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Artiste:
Lil Gotit
Titre:
Give Em Hell
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(Bloublood, you know what I'm sayin'?) We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with the money, boy My partner got dog food and he serving y'all boys I'm in a slime mood like tic-tac-toe or X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And wanted my pin, I smell like baccarat and zaza And with this trend I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught (Woo, woo, woo) They don't even know, but I ain't had nothin', nigga, for real Been gettin' caught up with these hoes, nah, for real Animal for the fame, nigga, I was always drillin' I'ma leave a stain the block like I bleached it (Uh) And the Maybach got hydraulics, she hear it screeching (Woah) I'm just manifesting (Woah), and certain shit, I cannot speak it (Woah, woah) And my parter blow that fire, it's loud like a speaker I'm not playing with none of y'all young niggas, my drip is lethal I'm a product of my environment, yeah, I fucked up cement I got hella, I'm on that grass, so I'ma get some more millions We two different people, but you blindfolded, you can't see what I'm seeing I bet all fifties, stay with a passport, nigga, I'm livin' We give 'em hell, boy (Woo, woo) We give 'em hell, boy (Woo, woo) We give 'em hell, boy (Woo, woo, woo) It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with the money, boy My partner got dog food and he serving y'all boys I'm in a slime mood like tic-tac-toe or X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And wanted my pin, I smell like baccarat and zaza And with this trend I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught (Woo, woo, woo) Air Force Ones, no socks I got a button on this Glock (Gah) I too a trip to LA Ridin' with a fifty, this not props (No cap) And I'm sippin' Stars up in the ceiling, you gon' think the roof missing (Culli') This a red Goyard, but the inside look crippin' (Gotti) Money spread (Top Chef) Bet this ho open her legs (Huh) Bro put that paper on your head You know that you dead, we fill you with lead (Spin him) Geeked up, can't hear what you said She shaking her ass, I'm shaking my dreads (Turnt up) I flooded my bitch, I flooded my wrist (Ice) Get you a sled (Ski) Fly overseas, need a xan I know that you dig what I'm saying (Yeah) I bet she go for a grand Turks, my feet in the sand (Baby) G on a pill and I'm gone (Gotti) I'm on they ass like a thong (Gotti) Outside, we never go home (Thot Boy) Run that back every time zone We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy We give 'em hell, boy It's all 'bout the money, boy I slide with the money, boy My partner got dog food and he serving y'all boys I'm in a slime mood like tic-tac-toe or X your boy I'm rockin' Bally with no socks I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow And wanted my pin, I smell like baccarat and zaza And with this trend I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught (Woo, woo, woo)