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• Artiste: FattMack
• Titre: I Got This
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Yeah, yeah (Ayy, say, Wicked, what up, man? What up?) Fatt, Fatt I bust my own wrist, bust my ho wrist, bust my bro wrist and you know this Still lonely, still on codeine, still ridin' four deep with like four blicks Still on pills, I'll never quit, won't put 'em down until I OD I still hit licks even though I'm rich, this shit inside me, it's not on me Still on the run, still got my gun while I ride 'round, I'm duckin' police Bitch, I'm a made nigga, you won't cross my mind unless I'm horny Now I'm on stage, nigga, I used to wait in the crowd, sit in the audience And now the stage bigger, I talked to Key Money, he said I got this shit (On God) They ain't answer none of my calls when I ain't have shit (Yeah) I couldn't pull out nothin' to flex with, but my pockets lit (On God) I told twin to split his wig, now he out stalkin' shit (On God) Nigga, I'm higher than a bitch, I'm on a rocket ship That nigga broke and he ain't got shit Why he hatin'? Because I'm poppin' it That ho did not wanna make my list She gon' die and get scratched out of it Shawty the only one can raise her voice at me without a consequence After we fuck, she ask me do I do this often I love all my bitches bossy I don't do no fuckin' talkin' 'Fore you walk up, boy, be cautious Bro put fire up to your noggin Every day I move around, I never stay up in the house 'Cause I know one day I'm gon' die, so I enjoy my time outside I hate to pop it, sometimes I leave my jewelry in the crib and still shine Rob tried to slide on us, I bet his mama still cryin' My family, they proud, I made it out, I'm doin' fine I'm ridin' 'round all alone, me and this Gen 5 I bust my own wrist, bust my ho wrist, bust my bro wrist and you know this Still lonely, still on codeine, still ridin' four deep with like four blicks Still on pills, I'll never quit, won't put 'em down until I OD I still hit licks even though I'm rich, this shit inside me, it's not on me Still on the run, still got my gun while I ride 'round, I'm duckin' police Bitch, I'm a made nigga, you won't cross my mind unless I'm horny Now I'm on stage, nigga, I used to wait in the crowd, sit in the audience And now the stage bigger, I talked to Key Money, he said I got this shit (On God)