Get Along lyrics

(Salma Slims) I don’t trust a soul till these b*tches gone (Salma)
Yea, I don’t trust a should till these b*tches gone
Bottle of that 1942 its on
If I don’t like this b*tch I tell them change the song
Big dog make these little b*tches get along
Get along, Get Along, 50 and my 60 they gone get along
Get along, Get along , these b*tches they can’t see me they gone get along

(Renni Rucci) (Big Renni) 5’5 brown eyes with them thick ol thighs
Talk sh*t run game tell them big ol lies
Buss down a plain Jane yea a b*tch got time
Better cuff him if you love him or I’m making him mine
b*tch I been getting money that’s a fact
Running through Phipps just to drop a couple racks
Pull up in your city sit pretty make it back
Bad b*tches to the front broke hoes to the back
Channel connoisseur got that drip on me
Know he rich if I do him causeway sh*t ain't cheap
Louis V and Prada me cause I keep it a G
n*gga you ain't ever met a b*tch like me, yea

I don’t trust a should till these b*tches gone
Bottle of that 1942 its on
If I don’t like this b*tch I tell them change the song
Big dog make these little b*tches get along
Get along, Get Along, 50 and my 60 they gone get along
Get along, Get along , these b*tches they can’t see me they gone get along
(MariahLynn) f*ck y’all b*tches I got pretty girl problems
Bloodied out my shoes all my steps is designer
Big booty hoe I need that anaconda
Where she get it from b*tch she get it from her mama
Pop that pus*y for a check
Better get along b*tch I put that on the set
Im so fancy diamonds and baguettes
Broke bummy b*tch gone and say it with your chest (Lil b*tch)
Keep a fully loaded chop for a b*tch like you
I dare any b*tch try to take my food
Now I’m doing big things so the heat times two
Always talking out the side till a b*tch slide through

I don’t trust a should till these b*tches gone
Bottle of that 1942 its on
If I don’t like this b*tch I tell them change the song
Big dog make these little b*tches get along
Get along, Get Along, 50 and my 60 they gone get along
Get along, Get along , these b*tches they can’t see me they gone get along

(Jhonni Blaze) Diamonds make a b*tch want to get along
Begging in my section you can’t get a song
Wanna give me d-d-di*k but I don’t want it though
But if he talking money then its demino
Pop my sh*t who better than this
pus*y mean plus sweet talk that sh*t
Aquafina might slip in it
Make him circle back I knew that I put that on the gang
I don’t trust a should till these b*tches gone
Bottle of that 1942 its on
If I don’t like this b*tch I tell them change the song
Big dog make these little b*tches get along
Get along, Get Along, 50 and my 60 they gone get along
Get along, Get along , these b*tches they can’t see me they gone get along