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Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide Swervin' bendin' corners wit no purpose to my life I got no permit But I'm working on my new mixtape tonight Now that my chain hang low Now that my neck so froze Baby, I can be yo savage you can be my rose, yuh Most of the underground rappers you fuck with Today gotta pay they respect to me Lately been feelin like I was vital aspect A reason that these rappers breathin' Leave 'em tha cement leakin' at my leisure Baby bone I ain't never been a hoe Pussy boy you ain't got nine lives 5'5 got a nine gotta let 'em hoes fly Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide Alison, Valerie, all my bitches now Tryna kill, for the sins, I got stitches now Watch me walk, do your kindness you can't track me down Leave your life up on the floor, no we don't make a sound I can't do this shit my mind is losing all is presence Don't leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants I don't got no frame White bitch sniff cocaine 13 diamond chains Old bitch said I'm not the same Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide Gotta go get it go jump out da couch Grip on da nine and run me a route FLA banging out my mouth Down south boy never been in no drought Get wet sit back baby don't be loud Don't bang my line never been my style Guess we bout to find out Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Michele Scatamacchia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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