Lyrics:
and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and
Baby we'll live a hell of a life
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
In your wildest
feeling me
Oh yeah, she fuck wit me
Oh yeah, she lovin me
Oh yeah, she suckin me
Oh yeah, she fuck wit me
All these bands imma spend on ya
No cap, no cram
Song title: iGet It
Written by: Chantae' Vetrice
Intro HOOK2x :
Smellin' like champagne
They finna kick me out
All over up in my lane
Better watch
range novacane got me numb from love
And all of the above
Don't judge a book by its cov cuz
I'm tryna boogie no hoodie
But clearly from the a town
When
a race
I'll see y'all soon, I don't like to break
See that money do a 40 yard dash
Soak it up, not sure how long it's gone last
We the reason that
for a ride,
You know I need that cash,
I’m on a paper chase, you know I’m runnin fast,
On the E way, wit a hunnit blues up on the dash,
Said Rip
doin' it "Full" (full)
We shake fake niggas (niggas) If you ain't "Cool" (cool)
You can't hang wit' us (hang wit' us) all access (access)
I fuck wit' real
Whenever y'all ready let's get it
I swear that I'm wit it
I been chasing all these digits (Ha)
I'm with it
I been chasing all these digits (Okay)
Swear that
dash
I'm too fast
Fiending I'm addicted to the cash
Pour a 80 in this bitch
Shawty listened to my single, now she think that I'm the shit
This her
hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac
Still ridin' with my nigga with a thug's
no parts of me
You tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots wit' the fifth then slide off in
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him
parlay all day in a Chevrolet
Pears jay wit a face bright as heavens day
I'm beating fo' tens in the floor then
Hit the store then for some more Hen
ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in
Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, what's up wit' that
I make
featuring Keith Sweat R.O.C.
[JD talking to R.O.C.]
[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see
bikinis did the dash houdxni
All my diamonds gleaming all the bitches screamin
Gold plates ya we eatin
Fly out bitch I'm leavin in the porche I'm speedin
ooh yeah
You lovin' on Chuck
Fuckin' wit Chuck, ooh yeah
Swerve in a Rover
I told her come over
Roll like a boulder
Never cold shoulder
Ya girl
we gon ball wit the racks like its tennis
Line a nigga up and end em wit a dot like a sentence
Mortal kombat fatality all that playing shit is finished
This ain't a drill but we slide wit the stick
Ain't never gon fade bout no bread or no bitch
Both of em serious
I'm having that shit
If you think
hunnid or get clapped like it’s that noya
I’m wit the gang we stay uh hunnid we gon ride until it fall over
You be talkin’ big and bold yeah youon even
We making movies ya some goofies I just hop out wit that splash
I'm on the freeway more like speedway got 250 on the dash
I just got a brand new check
There's a new hog up on this hedge
Dashing through like Kim Kar pushed
Bruce over the edge
I rescue the cute dogs or whatever they is
I'm blue da ba
bails and warrants
Bosses and them murkers
Owning Benz's and range rovers
Move that coke I enna by the morning
That's how I'm flowing
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