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u got it like that - dom kennedy lyrics

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[intro]
y’all wanna know
y’all wanna know
exactly who i am

[hook]
you say he trippin’ cut him off then
guy like me don’t come around that often
the money the only thing that i really wanna talk with
ridin’ on leather seats, huh, you a boss b-tch
[verse 1]
opm, i’m the franchise
some things money can’t buy
she can get it with her hands tied
won the game by a landslide
350 on health care
ask him if he from the west side, he said “h-ll yeah”
tell all my enemies i’m doin’ well here
95 in the porsche with the tail up
tryna figure out if i should hit the milfs drunk
skinny lil chick, she ain’t missed a meal once
we straight to the house, i’ma get the gl-ss cups
no bill cosby, used to go by a plus, uh
half a mil say it’s my year
my son almost 6, i ain’t stopped since he got here
if it’s past new mexico we can fly there
when you roll with me you gotta hit the joint once
i know it’s pretty girls way in pacoima
that love me to death, they favorite performer
i be in the spot with filets to fork up
and you know we gettin’ busy in my room if the door’s shut

[hook]
you say he trippin’ cut him off then
guy like me don’t come around that often
the money the only thing that i really wanna talk with
ridin’ on leather seats, huh, you a boss b-tch

[interlude]
u got it like that
oh god

[verse 2: niko g4]
if she trippin’, cut her off then
bounce back, probably f-ck with her best friend
never talk about money that i can’t spend
only f-ck his dog b-tch in that progression
all the losses that i took taught me lessons
gotta be thankful for all my blessin’s (thank god)
n-gg-s coppin’ whips, f-ck what the cost is
lil b-tch, let me show you what a boss is
vvs, yeah they so f-ckin’ flawless
a young g, ho i’m so f-ckin’ lawless
cause i really came from nothin’
and you ain’t really sayin’ nothin’
and they just talkin’ f-ck -ssumptions
i’m never trickin’ but i smash ’em like a pumpkin
opm, they show love when we walked in
in the club, pop the bub, blow the sparkler

[hook]
you say he trippin’ cut him off then
guy like me don’t come around that often
the money the only thing that i really wanna talk with
ridin’ on leather seats, huh, you a boss b-tch

[outro]
u got it like that
oh god
u got it like that

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