Текст песни Big Got-It - Nique Got-It

Yeahhhh
It's Got-It
I be thinking like
Wat you be thinking
I'm really blessed
I mean you is doe
I'm just really gifted
One or the two
I don't know what to call it
But it's just
These niggas can't fuck with me

Aye aye, let's get active
They said the Feds out well I guess I'm a rapper
Bitch fuck yo ex
That nigga not a factor
Man that pic weak as hell
But I fuck with the caption
Had a bad dream I went broke
It was awful
Had a good day
Why my bitch wanna argue
I'm a CEO today
I'm looking for some artists
Man don't tag me in that post
No more that shit was
Hot garbage
All opps get painted
Put his face on a portrait
Married to the streets
But I ain't ready to divorce it
Ain't tricking on no bitch
But I'll pay for that abortion
I can't leave this bitch alone
That's like Dame leavin Portland
Still got love for some people
Did me bold
Seen the real bitch in him
He ain't have his pole
She think I wanna chill
When my heart already cold
She gotta write me on snap cause
Her nigga be in her phone
If we all eating
Fuck who the richest
Takin L's every year
Remind me of the Pistons
10 toes down
Standing on business
We'll shoot this bitch up
Ain't waiting til the party finished
This bitch real pressure
Looking like Ari Lennox
30 on me all hunnids
Walking up in Lennox
We fucked a hunnid times
But I ain't never kissed her
When her lips come above the Waist she know I get offended
She ain't from downtown
Throwin up Wood in her pictures
8 thousand for a P
In the pandemic
If bro don't like you nigga
Then it's up like the ceiling
Who gon smoke em you or me
We can rock paper scissors
Say he getting money huh
Can't convince me
I was 25 riding in a 550
Real street nigga credit score 750
Hit the gym lose that stomach
Baby I'll buy yo titties
I don't fuck with rats or
Broke bitches guess I'm picky
With my blood niggas
But I tell em 550
Brand new coupe
Still pulling up to Kinky's
Told the bitch it was tight I still
Stretched her like a slinky
First you was bae
Now you a stranger
Put you in my Will
But you can't be like Jada
Was reaching out to niggas and They left my arm hanging
How this bitch trippin on me and She got a whole family
How this bitch trippin when I
Never said I love her
Trap full of girl
Wat I do, had to dump her
She got that one head
Make a nigga wanna cuddle
I'm tender over her
I eat that pussy
With some honey mustard