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desiigner - thank god i got it lyrics

[chorus 1]
thank god i got it
thank god i got it
thank god i get how i go
thank god i got it
thank god they got it
thank god i give her her hopes too
thank god i got it
thank god i got it
thank god i give her her hopes too
thank god i got it
thank god i got it
thank god i give her her ho-ope

[verse 1]
thank god i got it, thank god yeah n-gg- i got it
thank god yeah a n-gg- ain’t plottin’
and lil yachty, yeah n-gg- count broccoli
i be gettin’ it not stoppin’
young n-gg- getting money, no option
grab me and hit a n-gg- a choppin’
ocean, more sh-t ‘for i pour my ghost sh-t
oh sh-t, more champagne i’m pourin’ more sh-t
life is fab when i’m driven focus
n-gg-s talk but i creep the low sh-t
bag a million hit ’em with the oh sh-t
hit him with the oh o-sh-t
pull back with the fo-fifth
forfeit make a n-gg- fo-quit
everybody come up in the know sh-t
i feel i got it, n-gg-‘s tourin’ and the n-gg-s, they ’bout it’
i get money and a n-gg- no option
n-gg- tourin’ and the n-gg-s start mobbin’
i feel i got it, i be riding in the benz with the robbie
bugatti to mclaren, ‘rari [?]
i feel i got it, hundred xans get the lick over bottle
percocets give me s-x and the logic
hundred trans and the trans the watching
i feel i got it, i can see just believe it inside me
i can see disbelief in rodney
hundred [?]

[verse 2]
yeah, i get it
i don’t know about wifey
bad b-tch right beside me
i get high when i’m writing
we get high in this sp-ce ship all night lay with me driving
when she wrong imma right it
i beat it up like i’m tyson
i beat it up like i’m michael
i wanna make a ms. jackson
we riding fast in that aston
the love life not crashin’
take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear i see heaven
you wanna live it how i live it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
chop booty, keep dancing it
dance club keep laughing it
head right, live fast in here
everybody start to gold diggin’
ball hard, i’m a champion
ball hard til the damage done
live life ’til the day is done
ball hard with my number one

[hook]
yeah yeah
champion
i am a champion

[beat switch]

[chorus 2]
gettin’ top kawasaki
oh yeah call me papi
h-ll they can’t stop me, no way
i get the money, get it then i flip it now the city know it
everybody talkin’ sh-t can’t make the hits go away
i get the flowest
i get beating a flow to it
i get that real sh-t, real sh-t
talking like oh yea
i get that dope cat, dope cats
talking like old way
remember them old ways
lock out that door-way

[verse 3]
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
rain dance, rain dancing
rich boy, play dazing
i can be raw let you ride here
baby i’m slowly dying
keeping your thoughts inside me
keeping your thoughts inside me
only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
keeping your thoughts beside me
keeping your thoughts behind me
yeah we ball, we riding
baby, i’m slowly dying
keeping your thoughts inside me
keeping your thoughts inside me
only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
keeping your thoughts inside me
keeping your thoughts behind me

[chorus 2]
yeah, remember them old ways
lock out that door-way
gettin’ top kawasaki
oh yeah call me papi
h-ll yea can’t stop me
i get the money, get it then i flip it now the city know it
everybody talkin’ sh-t can’t make the hits go away
i get the flowest
i get beating a flow
i get that real sh-t, real sh-t
talking like oh yea
i get that dope cat, dope cats
talking like old way
remember them old ways
lock out that door-way

- desiigner lyrics

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