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mf trim* - lil gotit lyrics

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[intro]
(ayojarii)
(vibin’ out right on the west)

[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn*tchin’ necks
fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
c8, no v8, sunset burn my tires, i’m ridin’ in a ‘vette
everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and i came from sh*t
(top chef)
i’m with keed, yeah that pump know
ysl playas, hide your ho
yeah, say havin’ 1k on the coke
go do some numbers and bring in the load
b*tch would’ve thought i was a swiper, the way i use this visa
boy, don’t lurk like riri, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor
(that muhf*cker trim)
f*ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(that muhf*cker trim)
found out where he live, that diamondback get k!lled
(that muhf*cker trim)
shooters smokin’ what this is, hеllcat [?]
(that muhf*cker trim)
you n*ggas ain’t havin’ foundation and they don’t evеn know about the deal
(that muhf*cker trim)
[verse 1]
i want no xans, f*ck, i want no friends
i just paid these hoes to my brother, ain’t no coughin’

[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn*tchin’ necks
fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
c8, no v8, sunset burn my tires, i’m ridin’ in a ‘vette
everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and i came from sh*t
(top chef)
i’m with keed, yeah that pump know
ysl playas, hide your ho
yeah, say havin’ 1k on the coke
go do some numbers and bring in the load
b*tch would’ve thought i was a swiper, the way i use this visa
boy, don’t lurk like riri, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor

[verse 2]
ain’t no simp, boy you trim
red big dog, ain’t miss no mil
she bank on a shawty ’cause we get ’em k!lled
[?] pop nine, they k!lled
way i pop out with the sh*t i’m in, this sh*t too easy
i can’t cap, i f*ck with that boy, but hope i never need it
i hit that p*ssy, then i get her out of here just like her name was wheezy
[?] my pocket, yeah this sh*t too breezy (yeah)
i done blow out a [?] on ’22, couldn’t sh*t on reezy
memphis shot, hit up her lung so he got me a wife*fi*ni*ni
(where you at?)
[chorus]
vibin’ out right on the west
i can’t stop ’em from sn*tchin’ necks
fifty shots gon’ touch his chest
c8, no v8, sunset burn my tires, i’m ridin’ in a ‘vette
everyday, it’s a different fit, that 40 fit and i came from sh*t
(top chef)
i’m with keed, yeah that pump know
ysl playas, hide your ho
yeah, say havin’ 1k on coke
go do some numbers and bring in the load
b*tch would’ve thought i was a swiper, the way i use this visa
boy, don’t lurk like riri, work, work, work, yeah, with demeanor
(that muhf*cker trim)
f*ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is
(that muhf*cker trim)
found out where he live, that diamondback get k!lled
(that muhf*cker trim)
shooters smokin’ what this is, h*llcat [?]
(that muhf*cker trim)
you n*ggas ain’t havin’ foundation and they don’t even know about the deal
(that muhf*cker trim)

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