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foxx - i got it lyrics

[talking:]
yeah, c’mon
that n-gg- foxx, foxx-a-million,
whatever y’all wanna call me, ya heard me?
yeah, y’all n-gg-s know i got it mane
y’all know i got it!

[chorus:]
i got it (yeah)
you want it, come get it (yeah)
i got it (yeah)
you want it, come get it (yeah)

[verse 1:]
i got pills for rollas, i got dozia for smokas
n’ it’s high for you n-gg-s that got cake like oprah
if you want i’m on it, i don’t front it or loan it
if you need some major work, then you just meet me at shonie’s
you just bring all my cheese n’ i don’t mean macaroni
n’ i keep them ounces real nice n’ fat like tony
i get jiggles for cheapa, i don’t care ’bout the people
gimme twenty minutes, when i get ’em, then i’ma reach ya
al capone was my teacha, got my hustle from scarface
at five seventy five a pill, n-gg- you oughta make,
a whole lotta cake, you don’t believe me, then calculate
i got them hoes puttin’ it n’ they cat when they m-st-rb-t-
i got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate
ya find ’em out chea cheapa, i’ll price match, ok?
you slippin’, i’m packin’ up, you plannin’ on jackin’ us
i gotta choppa thatta have yo b-tch -ss backin’ up

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
i got dunnas for junkies, i got acid for honkies
i got indo’ for n-gg-s n’ got bananas for monkeys
i’m a hustla baby, got connects wit the haitians
if you want it, come get it n’ don’t be tryin’ my paitience
i got chickens or mickeys, now them n-gg-s be b-tchin’
cause i got the cheapest prices n’ the br city
all you need is nine pills, it’s gon’ run ya ’bout sixty
last n-gg- tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie
i got wholes for the prices of halfs,
n’ my wholes look like i done stuffed the whole, d-mn ziploc bag
they pull ya ova wit my dime, they gon’ think ya distributin’
n-gg-s swear they on the grind, who the f-ck you think you foolin’
bricks comin’ from dallas, that purple comin’ from cali
pills comin’ from gramblin’, the pickup spot in port allen
it’s a drought, then i’m f-ckin’ up, i ain’t new, i know what is what
n’ that scale don’t lie, so i don’t neva be f-ckin’ up

[chorus x2]

[verse 3:]
i don’t talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears
they quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball’ear
n’ i ain’t neva have that f-ckin’ thang that they call fear
whateva you need, just come n’ get it, it’s all here
i told ya i’ma hustla, pimp juice, i don’t wear a pimp suit
n’ ain’t the type to ride n’ a lex’ coupe
but everybody know what i’m really ’bout
i stay wit a semi out, n’ run my business throughout a click house
i keep my pounds off in the attic, got cocaine in the city,
n’ keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress
the way i push, ya oughta call me beatrice
i don’t take no sh-t from no crackhead about my cabbage
come up short n’ i’ll let a b-tch have it
anybody, b-tch or n-gg-, you can get it, head-bussa or f-ggot

[talking:]
street gossip n-gg-
the streets will talk n-gg-
n y’all n-gg-s know i got it
why don’t y’all come get it then!?
i know y’all want it
come get it then!
n-gg-, i’m all out in public wit it, cha heard me?

[chorus]

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