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Get Over It Video (MV)




Performed By: Zabrina
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Zabrina Quarles




Zabrina - Get Over It Lyrics




Playing 'round with these bitch ass bitches
Uh-huh, huh

Ya nigga keep calling me
He spend a lot dollas on me
We heading back to Koh Lipe
Awww he causing you so much pain

I'm a bad bitch with thunder thighs
Got a rich nigga sitting in the 5
We balling 'round 495
Getting f*cked up like Whitney's child
I'm blowing up, like baby mamas
Those Jihad, suicide bombers
I be hard, lots of commas
Young black bitch run the game like Mike Tomlin
Bitch, you'll wanna hear me like a nigga who ain't paying
Nigga, you'll wanna see me like child support payments
Janey ain't f*cking playing
For real
Y'all hate me, but won't flex
I expect it, like prom sex
I keep y'all at arm's length
Cause the next step, is a chin check
Betta pay your tithe, this paycheck
Keep reaching for it, T-Rex
You're upset, cause those projects
And then see me, now that's progress

Ya nigga keep calling me, get over it
He spend a lot dollas on me, get over it
We heading back to Koh Lipe, get over it
Awww he causing you so much pain? get over it

J-A-N-E-Y
Yes, that bitch is fly
On ya nigga dime
J-A-N-E-Y

Y'all only get loose, on weekends
My dough water pool, deep end
I be in, some shit that's foreign
With designer bags, he spent a fortune
Real shit, brick & mortar
He real boring, and he still snoring
Though I adore him, and it is mi hora
His girlah, blowing me up, I warned her
Bitch I don't know you but I know your man (huh)
I don't have your problems, so I don't understand
Why you control, like his P.O., where he go, and he know
That you started following me, on the 'Gram
Ask about me, you know what it is
Like a used condom, I'm the wrong bitch to f*ck with
Just ask a dick
I get off track, and put some muthaf*cking knots on ya head like Chris

Ya nigga keep calling me, get over it
He spend a lot dollas on me, get over it
We heading back to Koh Lipe, get over it
Awww he causing you so much pain? get over it

J-A-N-E-Y
Yes, that bitch is fly
On ya nigga dime
J-A-N-E-Y
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English

Playing 'round with these bitch ass bitches
Uh-huh, huh

Ya nigga keep calling me
He spend a lot dollas on me
We heading back to Koh Lipe
Awww he causing you so much pain

I'm a bad bitch with thunder thighs
Got a rich nigga sitting in the 5
We balling 'round 495
Getting f*cked up like Whitney's child
I'm blowing up, like baby mamas
Those Jihad, suicide bombers
I be hard, lots of commas
Young black bitch run the game like Mike Tomlin
Bitch, you'll wanna hear me like a nigga who ain't paying
Nigga, you'll wanna see me like child support payments
Janey ain't f*cking playing
For real
Y'all hate me, but won't flex
I expect it, like prom sex
I keep y'all at arm's length
Cause the next step, is a chin check
Betta pay your tithe, this paycheck
Keep reaching for it, T-Rex
You're upset, cause those projects
And then see me, now that's progress

Ya nigga keep calling me, get over it
He spend a lot dollas on me, get over it
We heading back to Koh Lipe, get over it
Awww he causing you so much pain? get over it

J-A-N-E-Y
Yes, that bitch is fly
On ya nigga dime
J-A-N-E-Y

Y'all only get loose, on weekends
My dough water pool, deep end
I be in, some shit that's foreign
With designer bags, he spent a fortune
Real shit, brick & mortar
He real boring, and he still snoring
Though I adore him, and it is mi hora
His girlah, blowing me up, I warned her
Bitch I don't know you but I know your man (huh)
I don't have your problems, so I don't understand
Why you control, like his P.O., where he go, and he know
That you started following me, on the 'Gram
Ask about me, you know what it is
Like a used condom, I'm the wrong bitch to f*ck with
Just ask a dick
I get off track, and put some muthaf*cking knots on ya head like Chris

Ya nigga keep calling me, get over it
He spend a lot dollas on me, get over it
We heading back to Koh Lipe, get over it
Awww he causing you so much pain? get over it

J-A-N-E-Y
Yes, that bitch is fly
On ya nigga dime
J-A-N-E-Y
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Writer: Zabrina Quarles
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