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• Artiste: Joey Trap
• Titre: Gotta Go
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Kirk 'Kachi, whatup? Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch Look, my guy I'ma show you like this, my nigga This is how much I'ma give you If you don't like it then get the fuck out my face I'm deadass tired of talkin' to you right now I Gotta dip though, like, deadass Come on, pick one, pick one, pick one, my nigga Fuck do you want? I left the stove on at the crib, I gotta go It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the bank, I gotta roll Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul I'm riding in a Lambo, a nigga on the road I'm chillin' on the beach, that's prolly why I got a tan New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a ten Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend I only talk to Benji, so yeah, I got no friends If you want a feature, yeah, you gotta pay the fee Nigga, ain't shit cheap and it's def not free Twenty thousand dollars and that's just for one verse I use it for my bitch, now she got a new purse huh That was a Chanel bag, why it cost so much (Expensive) Yeah I'm in a big Bim, yo' bitch chokin' blunts look With me and my big team, yeah she wanna fuck (Young Rich Squad) A big fiend when it comes to— (You a fiend, dog) AYYYYE Joey kill shit, uh, no hit list My bitch big lips, uh, no limp dick I'm grinding hard bitch, uh, one rip stick Four damn skateboards, no kick flips Joey Gucci, no Louis Think her ass flat, buy her booty I might buy that, she use it Fix a flat, my life a movie Uh, look Uh, wait I'm fuckin' up on the beat We really came from the street Joey will not see the defeat Yo' girlfriend sucking my meat Yo' girlfriend sucking me Yo' bitch been giving me head I pull up in a new Benz My wrist is outta Ben 10 I treat yo' crush like a fan You bought her flowers you mad, look You bought her flowers, you mad Go return those to the store She ain't text you 'cause she bored Matter fact, she ain't text you cause she sore I'm like an eagle I soar Flying so high on the shore I left the stove on at the crib, I gotta go It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the bank, I gotta roll Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul I'm riding in a Lambo, a nigga on the road I'm chillin' on the beach, that's prolly why I got a tan New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a ten Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend I only talk to Benji, so yeah, I got no friends Joey Trap is daddy