Get It Again

Album cover art for "Get It Again" by Mr. Peter Parker

Mr. Peter Parker - Rap, USA

Get It Again

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[Intro] Haha I'm on my shit right now, boy That's me playin' the guitar too Yeah, multi-talented, motherfucker, haha Ayo, Jerm, I'm 'bout to go in, haha Uh, yeah [Verse 1] Give it away, give it away, give it away now My style's dumb, clownin' fools, hittin' the playground Stuntin' is a habit, gotta stunt it if you have it I be pumpin' out beats that leave you jumpin' like a rabbit You a dipstick, doofus, numbnuts, nuisance I'm too sick, doctors think the swine flu hit Move with a groove like the Moon Man Grab a lady if you wanna do a dance If I'm here, who the fuck gon' monitor hell? I keep a shorty on her knees, 'bout as tall as my belt (Haha) [Chorus] Laugh now, cry later Hi, hater, I be gettin' it in Got some shit to do and I'm in the mood You wait a minute, I'ma get it again (Uh) [Verse 2] Comin' straight from the belly of the beast, bringin' peace to your chief We remember the deceased, pour some liquor on the street Hoppin' out the bed, the sun rise like yeast Brush my teeth, I at least need to grab a bite to eat Walk down the stairs, kiss my momma on the cheek Before I walk up out the door, let my feet create a beat On the street that I'm steppin' on, matter fact glidin' Climbin' out the atmosphere to travel back from Zion People look at me a different way Now they listen when I got a little shit to say Shit has changed since the old days when I was a youngin Shit, I'm still a youngin' but I'm spittin' like it's nothin' Would've thought I had a hundred years under my belt And if you hatin', you just fuckin' yourself (Haha) I'm the kid they call the life of the party Glass of ice and Bacardi get me right, so I'm probably Swervin', I see you spittin' game and it's hurtin' The precision of a surgeon when the hoes come in, searchin' I'm just goin' with the flow like it's current Watchin' my back for all you snakes and you serpents Lurkin', jealous don't work and you selfish Laughin' in your face and lightin' up the purple relish Label me a man who make weed jams Mad 'cause I'm writin' while I'm liftin' up a mountain with my free hand You a little jackass, call you Wee Man Nah, fuck that, I'ma call the weed man

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  • Mac Miller