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HANIBL - GTFO
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A cleverly written track about a classic subject with a last line that brings the whole house down. Pay attention to the entire song, you'll see...
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A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Song Info
Charts
Peak #6,249
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Mista Fly Lice aka soundtrack, Phee, and Armen Rah
Rights
2008 HANIBL Music Publishing
Uploaded
October 13, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB 96 kbps 3:52
Story behind the song
Originally performed at LIT Lounge in Chicago (now defunct). Initial response: men loved it, female hated it... until they heard the last line of Armen Rah's verse, and then everyone loved it. Currently on the permanent playlist at DFR Productions events (North Chicago).
Lyrics
GTFO written by peter kim, ralph dalton, armand mcwilliams Intro (leaving a voicemail) You heard this story before, Kick in the door with the 4.4 She’s like, “Poppa don’t hit me no more,” I’ma tell you how it unfold All the complaining got me really hating The way you play games around here I know you ain’t listenin’ but you can Hear me ‘cuz it ain’t the same around here But you on that monkeyball, think you an Underdog [you] givin’ me lip every time we talk I don’t know who you think I am, I’m a man I’m sorry ma’am but it’s time for you to walk I’m done with you drama, I’m done with your mama Who actin’ like she done gave birth to me Could care less about hurtin’ your feelings ‘Cuz on the real you no longer a concern to me, b*** ! Typically I don’t call woman out But you’re the reason for us fallin’ out So pack up your bags, I’ll call you a cab, but You gotta get the f*** out! HOOK: Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** ) Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** ) Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** ) So pack up all your sh** , ‘cuz I’m done, ‘cuz I quit Get the f*** out, and don’t ever come back to me Lest I turn you to salt for the agony It’s no one’s fault, it never was, you never Gave it a second thought, so, thanks for havin’ me I’m over you like I’m a canopy Still got the swagger with your dagger stabbin’ me It’s nice not havin’ dramas and tragedies, Havin’ to answer for all my soundtrackery Now your sister’s all mad at me? Do all you b*** es come from the same factory? sh** … if I had to make an analogy I’d say you’re crazy, you ain’t no Her Majesty What you know besides ego and vanity? Who told you knowledge and love got no calories? Where was your mind while I filled your anatomy? Did you love me or did you love my salary? In the beginning I knew you were the one for me I was lovin’ you, you were lovin’ me Now it’s hard to get you to make love to me Outside you’re beautiful, inside you’re ug-i-ly Damn! I should have listened to mama, b, You come home later now, actin’ all bubbly You givin’ it UP to another G, you’re F*** in’ SOME-body you damn sure ain’t f*** in’ me! I remember I was your Number One till I Busted you with another dude’s number, hon You said all I gave you was hard dick and bubble gum That’s a lie… NEVER gave you no bubble gum! Now that your cover is blown, it’s time for You to get OFF on your own Pack up your sh** and move outta this home My fault, this is YOUR crib, f*** it, I’m gone!
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