tity boi - i got it lyrics
[chorus:]
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, uh, i got ’em
they know i’m a flirt, yeah, yeah i got it
vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, i got it
got liquor everywhere [?]
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
get, ’em, get ’em, got ’em!
ok, now
the only way you come up is to stay down, a town
the world is my playground, your world wanna play round
knock that [?] your girl wanna lay round!
h-ll, we kill it, mix it with a [?] too
get [?] call that sh-t facebook!
i do it for the paper like a prost-tute
and i pursuit, sometimes i feel i’m vodka proof.
yeah, i got ’em chickens, n-gg-r [?]
i got the flu, i need [?]
i know you probably heard, b-tch this all the times
i got way, i’m trying to lose a hundred pounds!
[chorus:]
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, uh, i got ’em
they know i’m a flirt, yeah, yeah i got it
vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, i got it
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, i got it
they hate me, but i’m good, uh i got it
see your girl over there
wishing she was over there
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
yeah, i got it!
if you don’t know, this was swag deal
so much swag, swag could be my [?]
i do it for the real, so they rock with me
i’m in the drop, i should have brought the time with me!
i gotta go to court, i keep [?]
so [?] the promoter, cause he’s instigating
started from the bottom, mother, that’s the nation
now i’m heading to the top,
call it elevation!
the only n-gg-r in first cl-ss
still i got last night on my moustache
[?] louis belt and louis on my foot
trigger here with the hood!
[chorus:]
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, uh, i got ’em
they know i’m a flirt, yeah, yeah i got it
vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, i got it
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, i got it
they hate me, but i’m good, uh i got it
see your girl over there
wishing she was over there
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
yeah, i got it!
yeah n-gg-r i got it
same racks on me, i don’t need no wallet
i’m a do it all, don’t need no pockets
got my lose change, putting wh-r-s through college.
she just get me brain, but i like to call it knowledge
n-gg-rs [?] their dough, but i like to call ’em garbage!
he was talking [?] said his pistol he gonna pop it
why you’re mad at me cause you’re b-tch all up on my d-ck.
hey, want some show?
[?] and i’m about to throw some dough!
your t-ties have done some grow ups
hey t-ty boi you’re about to blow up
n-gg-r you’re about to blow up!
[chorus:]
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, uh, i got ’em
they know i’m a flirt, yeah, yeah i got it
vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, i got it
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
you n-gg-rs ain’t got no [?]
uh, i got it
they hate me, but i’m good, uh i got it
see your girl over there
wishing she was over there
got liquor everywhere,
blowing smoke up in the air
yeah, i got it!
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