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Oh, okay see. I don't got wine. You niggas still hating, huh? Make it bad for you little niggas for playing With me, you what I'm saying? Numbers ain't it. Yeah, yeah. You gotta know what you want, You gotta push that line. You gotta stay on your toes, you gotta be On the job. I keep stick for real, with Twenty in it in stock. I don't pop no Pills and I don't sip no Wock'. I'm just a fresh ass nigga getting dip. They like June, did you cop the Rory? Nigga, don't trip. I'm a boss and I do Boss shit. So if you see a nigga in It, then you know it's not rent. Used to live in the A, Riverdale to be Exact. I was thirteen when I scored for my First pack. Big clips like we tryna make movies. Bitch thick so I'm gripping on the booty. Strippers, square berries, even college girls fuck With me. No wrinkles, not a stain at all On this brand new fucking white tee. You gotta keep on pushing, fuck what niggas be Talking. They gon' hate anyway, nigga keep getting Guap. She gon' fuck anyway, you knew that off Top. I switch whips for real, I do the Same with the watch. Healthy nigga I'm stunting, Nigga what is you saying? Gotta keep it a grand, spent the same on The pants. Off top, I'ma keep getting bands. New car, and I'm driving it fast, Nigga. Second verse so you know that I'm a Ripper. In the kitchen counting up a half a Tickle. Tryna run up on me, it's a risk. I knew the real Bruce Lee, he had kicks. Sliding through the motherfucking trenches. Yeah, three thousand for the trench. Sunslide have the swag on a bitch. If she loyal drop a bag on a bitch. Fuck what a nigga talking 'bout, run it up. I'ma need ten G's just to walk in the Club. Back to the motherfucking trap, Boys jumping. You niggas ain't P's, You niggas McLovin. Right hand thumbing, counting up a fifty ball. Keep your assumptions, focus on your own, Dog. Stop pillow talking, these hoes gon' tell it All. These hoes gon' do what they want, nigga Knock off. You gotta keep on pushing, fuck what Niggas be talking. They gon' hate anyway, nigga keep Getting guap. She gon' fuck anyway, you knew that Off top. I switch whips for real, I do The same with the watch. Healthy nigga I'm stunting, Nigga what is you saying? Gotta keep it a grand, spent the same on The pants. Off top, I'ma keep getting bands. New car, and I'm driving it fast, Nigga
Larry June — You Gotta
«You Gotta» — Larry June. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:52. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
