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Authentic or nothin'
Young Gotit
I'm with lil' Roddy, ah
Oh, yeah
I'm with Roddy, what you give 'em, Roddy?
Just pay the guy
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new
My brother happy that he see on the internet
Shawty keep calling bae and I ain't hit it yet
How the fuck you hit a million and ain't a deal yet?
I keep that bro shit from around me I ain't feeling that
I put 'bout a million uo on the interstate
I remember there was no point in having dinner plates
Now some actress tryna take me on a dinner date
I'ma get her on the bed when I'm not in her face
I'm at the top floor at The Weston
Tryna count a hundred mil' lost count of my blesssings
And I don't consider no hand loss it's just a lesson
Don't give a fuck about yo' pussy if that
Shit is gonna have me stressing
Tryna put my family in the hill and I crossed it off the check-list
Just to get you right, you walking the wrong way
Told my my bitch to gimme ride if I have a long day
I put my life up on these songs I do as the song say
I done brought us a long way
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new
I was back at the trap house trapped up every day
These niggas ask how I'm ballin, I practice every day
I got some pounds and some real state, get it e'ry way
Nigga gotta whip out and shoot it, don't do no fair fail
My plug Vietnamese, I go and get the keys
But I still got the push to start with the big B
Yeah, I remember my pockets was empty
I had to run up them digits
They been tryna take my spot, even tho the feds ain't hit it
And nobody gave me shit, I had to go out and get it
I was really in them trenches, Lord knows I done did it
I remember the day I almost got convicted
I rode free out of jail right off my Christmas list
Through the mass out the window and put my lick on the wrist
And I always ask God what did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to get the Masserati pull up swerving?
I was outside of my body now I count up sub-urban
I went to the mall and blew 'bout ten today
Bought a new crib in Atlanta just to renovate
I double cup and mix the lean with the lemonade
And I know it's about the cream at the end of the day
I remember niggas told me I would lose
Now I pull up in the drop-top cruise
My momma call me when she see me on the news
That's why I gotta keep these hundreds brand new



Авторы: Unknown Writer, Ramon Slager Copyright: Work On Road Publishing, Songs Of Ctm Publishing, Speaker Dope Publishing, Beatstars


King Gotit feat. Roddy Ricch - AUTHENTIC EMPIRE PRESENTS AUTHENTIC OR NOTHING VOLUME 2: RAP TRAPPIN

1   Crazy
2   Hot Shit
3   Oh He Lit (Remix)
4   Flies In Da Trap
5   Smoke Again
6   You Mad?
7   Who Is This?
8   Starstruck
9   OTA
10   I Smell
11   Ready
12   EAT (Remix)
13   TAKE OFF
14   Mudd Brothaz
15   Stick Man
16   Cream
17   Mind Yo Business
18   I'm Sayin
19   Get Money
20   Problem
21   Hittin' (Remix)



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