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est gee - i got 3am jan19 lyrics

[intro]
(i got k’rounds)
mm, mm (shawty, i, i got everything you ever wanted)

[verse 1]
officially the richest to ever post up in the circle (officially the richest)
i like my b+tches yellow, money blue, i’m smokin’ purple (i like my— mm, mm, foreverolling)
i would’ve went no shirt if i knew your bm was a squirter (i would’ve went no shirt if i knew your bm was a squirter)
i only know her as a ho, barely as a person (yeah, yeah, barely as a person, huh)
my lil’ n+gga’s still a scr+pe, so he can barely write in cursive (so he can barely write in cursive)
who am i to say he can’t? (who am i to say he can’t?) he get paid, so to him, he workin’ (paid, he workin’)
but f+ck it, life gon’ learn you (life gon’—) ’til it burn you, and you can’t even change it (yeah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
glad i keep my belt (glad i keep my—), you might not expect when a n+gga might need a spankin’ (fah, fah, fah)
bakin’ soda add some flavor (soda), rock lock up, take concentration
face to face for conversation (conversation), on the phone be complicated (complicated)
old school (i’m old school), still f+ck with them old rules (f+ck with them old rules)
like when a n+gga snitch, then he get k!lled like he supposed to (like he supposed to)
you know what i go through (you know what i go through), takin’ care of my n+gga’s fam’ (my n+gga’s fam’)
don’t even stress it, i’ma handle it (n+gga, i got, i got, i got)
cook it for you, help you bag it to the sk!llet (i got, i got)
eggs scrambled, where the bread? egg sandwich (i got, i got, i got, yeah)

[chorus]
i got more money than all them put together on my mama (yeah, i got more money than all them n+ggas in the f+ckin’ world)
and the streets gon’ always love me (swear they gon’—), i passed out more phones than obama (i passed out more phones than obama)
and everybody a snake till they face to face with an anaconda (face to face with a snake, with a snake)
i got, i got, i got, i got—
i got the most backdoors open for any n+gga whoever (for any n+gga whoever, yeah)
‘fore you let it be known it’s up with me, better have your sh+t together (yeah, better have your sh+t together)
the streets know me, they never heard of you, never (yeah, yeah, the streets know it)
[verse 2]
you snaked more n+gga than you popped, i done k!lled more n+gga than you shot (ooh)
wasn’t gon’ make this type of song, sh+t’s so gangsta, how could i not?
wasn’t gon’ f+ck that b+tch no more, but she so cold, sh+t, how could i stop?
shoulda told her ‘fore you left out the spot to cover her eyes, so she don’t see my watch
n+gga, imagine me wifin’ a thot, n+gga, imagine me missin’ a drop (ah, ah)
or imagine ’em givin’ my n+gga them long ass sentences, want ’em to rot
yeah, remind me to mind my business, don’t be friendly ’cause n+ggas be hot
yeah, remind me to f+ck they b+tch, don’t care if she an opp, i’m flyin’ her out
yeah, remember i gave her a lot to go in the post office, pick up a box
i’m watchin’ her smile now, walkin’ out gon’ let her man get on with an ounce
i ain’t even trippin’, i’ll help you out, huh, take these to the house
whatever you make, keep that amount, you know i got too much to count
i got— (i got, i got so much money)
i got, i got—

[outro]
yeah (yeah, mm, mm, mm)

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