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lil gotit - dr. martin lyrics

[chorus]
stars in a coupe, i got a patek on my wrist
i done start takin’ x, and i been high ever since
i shoulda started in a wrench, cause i been dressing round this b+tch
all the vibes with me like a step man, i’m professor in this b+tch
yeah, 1942, it got a lose, saint laurent stones and prada shoe
hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
yeah, my b+tch hotter than some soup
dollar sign for anything she do
heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
block 30 sweeping with the broom
dr martin’s walking on the moon

[verse 1]
and they [?], i could never go [?]
run it up, then i upgrade my benzal
they hate in the street, got a key at the pedal
bumblebee hеad cake, yeah, black and yellow
[?], tеaching these n+ggas to ball
sp+ceship, yeah, i don’t know where to land
yeah, i’m too tired don’t know where to fall
down on my d+ck, and didn’t n0body call
i gotta talk to em to work on the go
boy, it’s still f+ck you and long live the pope
i had to manifest, money got low
way that i pop you, you wouldn’t know i was broke
thought he got it, took them hoes to the land
i’mma get tucked in this b+tch every chance
n+ggas don’t like me, cause most of them fans (top shelf)
i’m a big brother so watch me play with bands
she just want link with her boyfriend
i just want link with my girlfriend
she gave me head in a cullinan
double [?]
i fixed up my team with some [?]
i live this sh+t for a purpose
[?] me, get your money
lotta millions [?]
[chorus]
stars in a coupe, i got a patek on my wrist
i done start takin’ x, and i been high ever since
i shoulda started in a wrench, cause i been dressing round this b+tch
all the vibes with me like a step man, i’m professor in this b+tch
yeah, 1942, it got a lose, saint laurent stones and prada shoe
hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
yeah, my b+tch hotter than some soup
dollar sign for anything she do
heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
block 30 sweeping with the broom
dr martin’s walking on the moon

[verse 2]
stick gon’ fit and i’m walking
yeah [?] pop the beans like in boston
i’m tryna win i took too many losses
r.i.p vergil i was watching him golf
i swim in that water jump out like a dolphin
my mama wear [?] i’m wearing them [?]
this sh+t independent, didn’t come with an offer
aim for the millions, so no way i’m talking
[?], i knew these n+ggas gon’ tell
i can’t even look at them, they know they fell
how the f+ck yall tryna sit on them players
[?] beast outta jail
l.a. my bible on stones (free thugger)
[?] we don’t talk on no phones (and yak)
and houston sh+t got on no throne
in new york we got pokes and [?]
till a hundred years we’re headed home
these b+tches know what it is
these n+ggas know what we on
my money long like the jones (styling)
60k on my neck, yeah, my brother on ice (long live pope)
one thing i know for sure, he proud, i’m living my life
[chorus]
stars in a coupe, i got a patek on my wrist
i done start takin’ x, and i been high ever since
i shoulda started in a wrench, cause i been dressing round this b+tch
all the vibes with me like a step man, i’m professor in this b+tch
yeah, 1942, it got a lose, saint laurent stones and prada shoe
hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
yeah, my b+tch hotter than some soup
dollar sign for anything she do
heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
block 30 sweeping with the broom
dr martin’s walking on the moon

- lil gotit lyrics

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