Get Off My Dicc lyrics

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Get off my di*k homes, that's where your b*tch belong
I'm the sh*t, I got these haters p*ssed liein’ kidney stones
I'm balling, what’s on yo’ agenda, stay trippy, I'm a born winner
I just wanna see TV Johnny, so much ice, just call me winter
Sold out tar, I own the winner
So much cash i needa money printer
Got my homeboys still serving packs, they cook that work like a Sunday dinner
Getting head like a pen curl
Chopping trees like timber
Y'all boys ain't flippin work n*gga, you ain''t trapping, you an intern
In H Town pouring up
You know what I sip
I got your girl with me, she going nuts cause she on my di*k
That's funny I know
I'm as funny as yo’ dough
f*ck what a n*gga think, Imma laugh to the bank, but my bank account ain't no joke
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Won't you get off my di*k, and tell your b*tch to come here?
Can't afford to drink what I'm drinking, go get you some beer
Just cause you checkd him over there, don't mean you checking none here
You giving out ass whoopings over there, but you can get you one here
I'm bout my business, I'm smoking my dope
And pimpin these b*tches like I'm supposed
If I'm through with a b*tch, I'm through with a b*tch, I ain't tryna give her no closure
Leave me the f*ck alone
I been drinking so long, know I am hung over
What’s up with the kit-Kat, if you wanna chit chat, b*tch don't even come over(duece!)
They say I did this, and they said I did that, give a f*ck what these motherf*ckers said though
Cause you know they ass lying if it ain''t about a dime, [?] ain't about bread ho
When you see me, u gon’ do what?
You standing there looking like a scarecrow
You scared than a b*tch, boy I knew you was a ho
Heart beating fast, I can see it in your throat
From the southside homie, H Town to be exact
You a sucker n*gga, don't come around me with that
I don't kick it with b*tch n*ggas, I kick it wit a real b*tch, with that Aquafina
She can drown me with that
One Deep entertainment we runnin this sh*t
You trippin, I got my gun in this b*tch
Don't give a damn about the 1 in this b*tch
Just give me my money, and get off my di*k
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k
Get off my di*k