paroles de chanson Ocean Drive - Nique Got-It

I'm on the Eastside just picked yo bitch up
We ain't going out to eat she ate the dick up
Man I thought she was throwing up it was just a hiccup
Done fell asleep at this bitch crib I need to get up

Had two dreams about a Bentley need to get one
You want to separate
You want to help me bag this split up (what you want)
The feds made it hot in the middle of the winter

All these rappers dying hell nah i ain't putting my blick up
Better hope I ain't got aim and I miss one
Be feeling real invisible like nigga I cant get touched
They ain't picture me like this so I had to flick up

They can't stand to see me ball niggas ball they fist up
You the type of nigga I don't ever want to hit up
She the type of bitch that I don't ever want to hear from
Ms. Pearly wolf pussy when she pick the rent up

From trapper to a rapper only time that I switched up
Call me Webbie in that pussy girl give me that
She fuck me good I fuck her better I go tit for tat
Throat baby Oh but she don't drink Similac

She told me she love me I'm numb, I ain't feeling that
Bitch I bank with PNC I cant Chase you
Pissed my bitch off made her mad, she said I hate you
Tryna stretch me some shit gotta stay loose

Football my favorite sport but I like to skate too
With some bloods in Miami gotta stay bool
All this paper on me lookin like I work at staples
I'll help you out and pay them bills if I'm able

Just don't cross me over I ain't trying to sprain my ankle
Who is you I know hittas who done got killed
Remember whack mans we used to call em Jyrelle
I cant pay that price no more that shit high as hell

Im a thief now I stole a nigga clientele
Two K's in the park this ain't MyPlayer
Ocean drive with the vibes and a Cocktail
Made a brick sale at home but I'm not there

I stand out with the stars
And them muthafuckas got deals
Miami
Ocean drive

It's Got-It