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got it (freestyle)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
got it (freestyle) was released on April 20, 2019 by ISKIIOFFICIAL as a part of the album iLLUSTRATiONS
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Release DateApril 20, 2019
LabelISKIIOFFICIAL
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Immanuel Desane
Immanuel Desane
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Immanuel Desane
Immanuel Desane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Immanuel Desane
Immanuel Desane
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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Talking my shit, **** I got it
Walk in like a pimp, bitches be wylin, aye
Tea gets spilled, do we got a problem, aye
You can get killed, out there in Harlem
Fuck how you feel, that ain't my problem
Talking my shit, **** I got it
Talking that shit, **** not about it
Walk in like a pimp, bitches be wylin
Right on my hip, bet that I got it
Tea gets spilled, do we got a problem
You can get killed, out there in Harlem
Fuck how you feel, that ain't my problem
Keeping it real, still want a problem?
Talking my shit, **** I got it
Talking that shit, **** not about it
Walk in like a pimp, bitches be wylin
Right on my hip, bet that I got it
Tea gets spilled, do we got a problem
You can get killed, out there in Harlem
Fuck how you feel, that ain't my problem
Keeping it real, still want a problem?
Do it for free, still want a problem?
Make you subtract, that's problem solving
Hit you with the Thanos, bet you dissolving
You **** starving, starving like Marvin
All on Twitter, talking that hot shit
You **** garbage, tryna rewrite this
Looking for a remix? **** you crazy
Stupid little ****, fuck you pay me
And I'm taxing
If ya bitch bad, then I'm waxing
If her ass flat, give her back, no questions asked
Remove attachments
Matter fact
Call up Doc Miami
Yeah, he doing magic
Now it's fat, and she a bad bitch
Yeah, I bought it, so I write it on my taxes, ahhh
So many eaters
I
Just call my shit, chicken fajita
Like a rich kid, couple new freezers
Working my ass off, I don't need a teacher
Learned it on my own, wasn't no leaching
Back in high school, they cheered in the bleachers
Back in high school, I bagged all my teachers
Got good grades, and I found what my dreams meant
If we being real...could've fucked one of my teachers
I mean, hm
But I kept it kosher, kept 'em at a distance
Broke days over, add up the digits
ISKII is snapping, if you really listen
Told you I'd make it, now you get to witness
Yeah, I told you I'd make it, now you get to witness
Talking my shit, **** I got it
Talking that shit, **** not about it
Walk in like a pimp, bitches be wylin
Right on my hip, bet that I got it
Tea gets spilled, do we got a problem
You can get killed, out there in Harlem
Fuck how you feel, that ain't my problem
Keeping it real, still want a problem?
Talking my
Jersey boy hopped up, went and chased his dreams
Now he see palm trees, and sunny beach
How it's November, and 80 degrees
on the regular, no, this not a dream
God, can't believe that you did this for me
For my lil' soul, I
Throw a party, man, I ain't even show
Ion Cap, say it, it's already sold
Running the track, I collect all the gold
All on my own, I'm protecting my soul
ISKII be snapping, got so many flows
Yeah, I'm
Smoking gelato
I'm downing a bottle
Side bitch is a model
She suck it & swallow
Twitter, they follow
But no, I don't model
My fashion, they follow
Don't pass me no 'rello
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– huh
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– huh
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah, ah
Yo, I could've sworn I just had that shit
Yo, where the fuck...I found it, I think
Where's my gelato, I'm frying ahhh
If I don't find it, nobody move
Fried as the fuck in the summertime
Can't smoke that shit if the ends loose
Found my gelato, I got it ahhh
No, I'm not rolling no rello, no
Remember them days in the summertime
Now it's the winter, gotta stay low
Where's my gelato, I'm frying ahhh
If I don't find it, nobody move
Fried as the fuck in the summertime
Can't smoke that shit if the ends loose
Found my gelato, I got it ahhh
No, I'm not rolling no rello, no
Remember them days in the summertime
Now it's the winter, gotta stay low
Pray for them days when I see my slime
Amazing the shit that we came through
Rolling up the Woods just to heal the crying
I roll up gelato, it silence you
Go on my own in the wintertime
Ain't cuffin baby, I gotta go
Chasing my craft til I get what's mine
Know that the blessings gone come through
Where's my gelato? I swear I just
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– huh
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– huh
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– huh
Where's my gelato? I swear I just– yeah
Talking my shit, **** I got it
Walk in like a pimp, bitches be wylin, aye
Tea gets spilled, do we got a problem, aye
You can get killed, out there in Harlem
Fuck how you feel, that ain't my problem
Where's my gelato, I'm frying ahhh
If I don't find it, nobody move
Fried as the fuck in the summertime
Can't smoke that shit if the ends loose
Found my gelato, I got it ahhh
No, I'm not rolling no rello, no
Remember them days in the summertime
Now it's the winter, gotta stay low
Written by: ISKII, Immanuel Desane
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