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Mothafucka Please...get up and leave

Here is a quick little ditty that came to mind over the weekend.  It was inspired by some muthas in the USA playing games with the lives of me and mine. 


Muthafucka please get up and leaveM
Muthafucka please get up and leave

I am tired of this shit
of you gonna leave me
when your tired ass
I hardly ever see

Muthafucka please get up and leave
Muthafucka please get up and leave

Having you here shit still not getting done
I am way better off when you ass long done gone

Muthafucka  please get up and leave
Muthafucka  please get up and leave
you not doing shit, shit for me
oh Muthafucka please get up and leave

head on out that door don't wanna hear
I'm gonna no more
Muthafucka  please get up and leave
that bullshit you selling
has got my whole house smelling

It time for you to go
I've got work to do
Your laying up in my house while I'm out breaking my back
you got me twisted
Your mama may take you back
Muthafucka please get up and leave.

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