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lil gotit - drip day n night lyrics

[intro: lil got-t]
wow, wow-wow-wow
wow, wow-wow-wow
wow, wow-wow-wow
10fifty, i love you

[chorus: lil got-t & gunna]
might f-ck on the free, i’ma be like irene
and leave, i take you to a flight
i don’t care what the tag at, i got money on my brain
and you know we gon’ live alright
know i did a couple of things, i be livin’ out in shame
but she and i made it rain
went and copped a couple chains, and i’m stayin’ in my lane
i’m drippin’ sh-t day to night
drippin’ sh-t day to night, i drip this sh-t day to night
we are not the same i pop the champagne, and eat [?] on the flight
hide in the plane, codeine in my vein
and none of my soda be light
my bod’ got a friend, god keepin’ me sane
i’ma go and paint everything white

[verse 1: lil got-t]
don’t care ’bout a thing, blood on the money like i blew a n-gga brains
get to the money, you don’t know my gang
livin’ how i gain, i have two different things
we all buyin’ business, don’t play no games
wanna make you a million, come join my dream
pre-pretty bust it [?] in a musain
know i’m posted up, see animal
havin’ flights with no end to

[verse 2: gunna]
haven’t learned your b-tch she edible
then told me, my d-ck incredible
you waitin’ for me to put you on a pedestal
i dive in the p-ssy like a cannonball
she keep a n-gga focus like an adderall
gotta keep percocet like a tylenol
she [?]
cool on the polo
ain’t budgin if your answer is “no-no”
ain’t bustin’ a patek, that’s a no-no
a little boy was just shoppin’ in the soho
life in the milli’, this is just the logo
ysl f-ck a cell and the popo
in a g-wagen smashin’ down melrose
and choppa with the bullet in the bedroll

[verse 3: gunna]
no cap in my gang, catch a body, ain’t sayin’ no names
as the money, everybody actin’ strange
when i ain’t had nothin’, i could barely get a “hey”
believe that, yeah, young gunna-wanna got a wave
i’m knowin’ you can see that, so why you callin’ me conceited?

[verse 4: lil keed]
i ain’t with the chit-chat, hundred round drum in the bed head
i pop perc’ just to relax, throw up like money, i love the racks
stop by [?], get real cc
pull up pets and try and lay a beat
dropped through the coupe and see a bunch of feet
he was just perc’d up, now you on lean
that’s on me (keed talk to ’em)
y’all ain’t like me, fifteen-hundred on jeans
b-tch i’m mixed like got-t
now go and handle that beans
and we ain’t goin’ back for sh-t, it is what it is
i’ma go and get a million dollar deal, and tryna take care of my kids

- lil gotit lyrics

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