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Bally Baby & Gameova1k
I Got It
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I Got It was released on August 12, 2025 by Bally Baby as a part of the album WDF Did You Expect?!
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Bally Baby
Bally Baby
Vocals
Gameova1k
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Bally Baby
Bally Baby
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Lyrics

If a **** want her box, know I got it (yeah)
Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket (yeah)
**** tryna keep up with this shit (yeah)
Fuckin' up they pride (yeah)
I feel lil' gloss and I.D me
When she with me
She know I got (yeah)
How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?
Can I? You can't get a front, my ****
You ain't locked in
Whole city sayin' we the ones
Fuck a top ten
My lil' **** say he love to spin
He bought every gin
I can't help but get up man, truck got me in figure four
I got go-yacht full of breech, I did ten-tens in a row
You know I got swag for zeal, country boy wanna buy some clothes
Don't do Cash App, I put no zeal, **** pull up with a loaf
Know, you gotta catch me
I don't give a damn 'bout who you know
Heard them **** broke his head, they riding dick to stay afloat
You the type to throw, I can't hide your hands, you a real hoe (you a bitch)
I just turned a pretty college bitch to a nympho
If a **** want her box, know I got it
Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket
**** tryna keep up with this shit, fuckin' up they price
Felt lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it
How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?
I know you can't get a front, my ****, you ain't locked in
Whole city sayin' we the ones, fuck a top ten
My lil' **** say he love to spin, he bought every gin
Wake up tryna catch a play
Yeah my bitch sellin' money, ****
What y'all made today?
We beat the block, then fill up shoebox
**** can't relate
I came through fast, skinny shit
She look like Colorade
Two racks on bitch with Lancy boots
But I'm still servin' J
They phone dead, they still pull up
**** know I got it
You ain't tryna get her box
Ain't goin' back and forth
I keep my post up in these joints
Cause shit ain't goin' on
It's trap and shit, I sport
Dad gave him football numbers, he ain't make it out of court
Tell my ****, hold his head, I wish he stayed up on that porch
If I'm eating, I'm a pass my dog a plate, full course
Rob Bottega and Balenciaga, my drip come straight from New York
That little bitch with the BBL, look like a dancer out of lore
I ain't had no CDL, I took them box up on the tour
Say he want a box right now, I got TP to your door
I want baby jam right now, you want a pint, it come in scope
If a **** want her boss, more I got it
Fat shit be all over me, she want to fuck my pocket
**** tryna keep up with this shit, fucking up they pride
Felt a lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it
How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?
Can I? You can't get a front, my ****, you ain't locked in
Whole city sayin' we the ones
Fuck a top ten
My Lil' **** say he love to spin he bought every gin
Written by: Bally Baby

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