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lil gotit - mismatch lyrics

[verse 1: lil got-t]
got the bag from the struggles, then i brought it to the cutter
she goin suck me for dollars, probably goin call me
sayin i wanna run through, they already know where me c-ssa
make the eyes turn red, like the shottas
slime got me from atlanta
pullin up to the club like al kita
i’m hot, imma take it a notch up
hey, baby goin order up them bottles
dj still drop my latest
put it in the hood baby playlist
got a drum, i’m crazy
sit back, take notes sittin on a jet
two sticks in the back of my bentley
and we worken them b-tches like fitness
on the kush, gettin high like nelly
gettin money, all my young n-gg-s watchin
big 4 5 hangin out my pocket
slicker than the club, call that b-tch a rocket
at the shows, don’t even gotta say it, i rock it
boss statis, n-gg- i’m important
me and gunna shootin like we jordan
hit you if you speakin on my boy, yeah
i’m in the wraith, change to the range today
ten k, f-ck that, got an sk
tay-k, do the road race
uzi gang, we bustin like cool j
get ‘m quick, that’s a quiet case

[verse 2: lil duke]
she wanna suck on me like i’m a bottle
i’m in the hills, hangin with a model
all this slime, snakes on my collor
i’m puttin d-ck in your daughter
we just cashed out cause we ballen
don’t wanna wrent it, we bought it
in her mouth, she callin
we ran a train, got slaughtered
n-gg-s be actin like b-tches, bleed every month
get the money, we goin eat every month

- lil gotit lyrics

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