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father's day - lil gotit lyrics

[intro: lil gotit]
money done geeked on this mothaf*cker
(money musik)

[chorus: lil gotit]
i went wafi, but the band iced out, it came from fevzi (p*ssy)
smashing in the rain, the tires locked, the cat spinnin’ (shh)
yeah, the goal is to reach a million, but i can’t stop spendin’ (let’s go)
on my right, i got two b*tches and a glock fifty (let’s go)
bm baby daddy keep on talkin’ real silly (p*ssy)
i’ll shoot this b*tch up on father’s day, n*gga play with me (p*ssy)
shooter with me green dot you, he poppin’ out a bentley (ghost)
the gangster lane not for you, baby boy, you movin’ fishy (talk to ’em)

[verse 1: lil gotit]
drop it off on my young bull, he movin’ by the fifty (okay)
of course we like us some freak b*tches, this stick got a titty (freak)
hall of fame slimes, b*tch, we up there, scottie pippen (thirty*three, slatt)
the biggest p up in the game, lil’ b*tch, don’t try my pimpin’
designer shooter when we come through, b*tch, it’s rich steppin’ (brr)
put three holes up in his head, we had to leave him messy (ow)
with this drip, i put it on, i had to teach a lesson (okay, on gang)
ain’t no pressure, but the glock on me get real aggressive (i’m with the get n dere gang)
oh, it feels so simple, so easy, we pop your pimple (p*ssy)
far from a beginner, recruitin’, yeah, all the sinners (lil’ p*ssy)
she’s so soaky in her pants, know i had to drill her (do it)
fire up under the pillow (do it), i done turnt to a k!ller
[chorus: lil gotit]
i went wafi but the band iced out, it came from fevzi (p*ssy)
smashing in the rain, the tires locked, the cat spinnin’ (shh)
yeah, the goal is to reach a million, but i can’t stop spendin’ (let’s go)
on my right, i got two b*tches and a glock fifty (let’s go)
bm baby daddy keep on talkin’ real silly (p*ssy)
i’ll shoot this b*tch up on father’s day, n*gga play with me (p*ssy)
shooter with me green dot you, he poppin’ out a bentley (ghost)
the gangster lane not for you, baby boy, you movin’ fishy (talk to ’em)

[verse 2: lil pj]
yeah, i can’t go for nothin’, strain gotta keep that bl!cky with me (at all times)
exotic smokin’, rollin’ biscotti, havin’ the best in the city (in the city)
money be talkin’ (money be talkin’), we steady be walkin’, she on molly, she showin’ them titties (showin’ them titties)
pipe up the show, we gon’ rock out the show (yeah), i’m the youngest in charge and i’m with it (yeah, yeah)
i just been livin’ my life, been doin’ what i’m doin’, don’t change my goals
might go baguettey, been gettin’ to this fetti (fetti), might go all white, might go rose gold (rose gold)
sippin’ codiene, been showin’ my ass (my ass)
might just cop me your vibe, she all in her bag (all in her bag)
ain’t got no grip, we swervin’ the cat
know the gang too litty, it’s forever slatt (slatt)
i had to make me a plan, jumped right in that water, got right on my own
i ain’t steppin’ in no regular tee, lil’ b*tch, yeah, this is chrome (chrome heart)
get on these drugs, get faded, pop a perc’, b*tch, have my baby
picked up the pipe, picked up the mic, i swear to god this sh*t here saved me (on god, god)
[chorus: lil gotit]
i went wafi but the band iced out, it came from fevzi (p*ssy)
smashing in the rain, the tires locked, the cat spinnin’ (shh)
yeah, the goal is to reach a million, but i can’t stop spendin’ (let’s go)
on my right, i got two b*tches and a glock fifty (let’s go)
bm baby daddy keep on talkin’ real silly (p*ssy)
i’ll shoot this b*tch up on father’s day, n*gga play with me (p*ssy)
shooter with me green dot you, he poppin’ out a bentley (ghost)
the gangster lane not for you, baby boy, you movin’ fishy (talk to ’em)

- lil gotit lyrics

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