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Don't Get Along (feat. LuvRello) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaxson
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Jaxson W, Luv Rello




Jaxson - Don't Get Along (feat. LuvRello) Lyrics




(Do the dash like need for speed hoe) Go away 6houl

(Why you takin' them beans you a fein hoe) Rubbishh

(Got all this money yeah Like casino)

(Woah woah woah woah What does he know Woah woah woah woahh)

Said you got that bag who you kidding hoe
B-bitch I got that bag like casino
How does it feel to have all this cash why would he know
How does it feel to walk out in fashion How would he know (Yeah yeah Woah woah woah)
H-hop in that bitch and I'm dashing Feeling like sonic lil hoe (Woah woah)
Might just put that boy in a casket yeah for that flexin lil hoe I cannot mess with that girl she be flagging
I cannot f*ck with that hoe

I cannot f*ck with that hoe I cannot f*ck with you no
My diamonds so wet need a boat yeah Yeah them bitches two-tone
I will not answer the phone yeah do not call my phone
Yeah my wrist on polar might just up that pole yeah
You better watch your tone yeah
Gotta kelTec like lone made that boy fly like a drone
My girl she bad to the bone yeah
Yeah that girl could be on Vogue Take me a sip and I'm back in my zone
One in the clip better hide yo' dome and that ain't your cash you took out a loan
Yeah woah woah we don't get along Gra-grab that styrofoam why can't we just go home
Put that DND on your phone Girl let's be alone yeah
Thought that I might die for ya (Thought that I might die)
Could not put a price on ya Thought I'd roll the dice on ya same day I laid my eyes on ya

Told her I ain't right for ya Yeah huh yeah Put that pint in my drank sippin' syrup yeah
I just took the tag off my jeans yeah I splurge yeah
I don't do that hurt yeah I don't really do that hurt yeah
Pressed Ho' Yeah my pockets full
Dior on my body and got plenty tools
Yeah where the shells Bring the shells Bring the sticks (Yuh)
Pretty hoes my lil' hoe the finest bitch

(Woah woah woah woah)

Said you got that bag who you kidding hoe
B-bitch I got that bag like casino
How does it feel to have all this cash Why would he know
How does it feel to walk out in fashion How would he know (Yeah yeah Woah woah woah)
H-hop in that bitch and I'm dashing Feeling like sonic lil hoe (Woah woah)
Might just put that boy in a casket yeah for that flexin' lil hoe I cannot mess with that hoe she be flagging
I cannot f*ck with that hoe
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English

(Do the dash like need for speed hoe) Go away 6houl

(Why you takin' them beans you a fein hoe) Rubbishh

(Got all this money yeah Like casino)

(Woah woah woah woah What does he know Woah woah woah woahh)

Said you got that bag who you kidding hoe
B-bitch I got that bag like casino
How does it feel to have all this cash why would he know
How does it feel to walk out in fashion How would he know (Yeah yeah Woah woah woah)
H-hop in that bitch and I'm dashing Feeling like sonic lil hoe (Woah woah)
Might just put that boy in a casket yeah for that flexin lil hoe I cannot mess with that girl she be flagging
I cannot f*ck with that hoe

I cannot f*ck with that hoe I cannot f*ck with you no
My diamonds so wet need a boat yeah Yeah them bitches two-tone
I will not answer the phone yeah do not call my phone
Yeah my wrist on polar might just up that pole yeah
You better watch your tone yeah
Gotta kelTec like lone made that boy fly like a drone
My girl she bad to the bone yeah
Yeah that girl could be on Vogue Take me a sip and I'm back in my zone
One in the clip better hide yo' dome and that ain't your cash you took out a loan
Yeah woah woah we don't get along Gra-grab that styrofoam why can't we just go home
Put that DND on your phone Girl let's be alone yeah
Thought that I might die for ya (Thought that I might die)
Could not put a price on ya Thought I'd roll the dice on ya same day I laid my eyes on ya

Told her I ain't right for ya Yeah huh yeah Put that pint in my drank sippin' syrup yeah
I just took the tag off my jeans yeah I splurge yeah
I don't do that hurt yeah I don't really do that hurt yeah
Pressed Ho' Yeah my pockets full
Dior on my body and got plenty tools
Yeah where the shells Bring the shells Bring the sticks (Yuh)
Pretty hoes my lil' hoe the finest bitch

(Woah woah woah woah)

Said you got that bag who you kidding hoe
B-bitch I got that bag like casino
How does it feel to have all this cash Why would he know
How does it feel to walk out in fashion How would he know (Yeah yeah Woah woah woah)
H-hop in that bitch and I'm dashing Feeling like sonic lil hoe (Woah woah)
Might just put that boy in a casket yeah for that flexin' lil hoe I cannot mess with that hoe she be flagging
I cannot f*ck with that hoe
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Writer: Jaxson W, Luv Rello
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