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i got it - the joint committee (feat. squay, yung mung & chris v the g) lyrics

[chorus: squay]
big bottles of ciroc, she got it
a couple friends at the spot and i know
i can hit ’em all right, in the middle of the night
in the whip givin’ pipe, yo girl grindin’ on me and she grabbin’ on my d-ck
shawty cute face, long hair, kinda thick
the way them jeans fit, man she got me tryna hit
but then the money hit my phone and then i’m up and gotta dip
i should keep a coop the way i got them birds
a thousand dollar smell is the way to work
2 car caravan, 20 hoes
strip ’em of they rights and they pantyhose

[verse 1: squay]
fn, four fifth i got it
ain’t got no time for no playin’ aye
loading rounds in a f-ckin’ pocket rocket
bouldercrest always war-ready
i come up on 20 bands real quick
ya boy catchin’ plays watching netflix
i got it, i got it, i got it
i told her turn around and then she pop it

[verse 2: chris v the g]
what i got? hold up what i got?
polo on all my socks and yo b-tch all on my boxers
that road head a fool, we swerved i had to stop her
she said she was with her friends, well she deserves an oscar
i’m with rastas eating pasta, we sittin’ round just kickin’ sh-t like diego costa
boss up, young man boss up
don’t settle for them spray-on painted rims on your ford ranger truck
you a duck, and whether the weather’s hunting season
it don’t matter to me, i only need one reason
so reach for ya sh-t and get to squeezin’
like ya b-tch do to my pump when gets it feenin, i’m leanin’
weeded like a garden while smoking that james harden
shooting my rocket to the moon if the moon is molly

[verse 3: squay]
rubber bands can’t hold these stacks b-tch
imma need a stash house with a mattress
the way i hustle, i make a stack quick
i got money habits, it’s like i’m money rabid
i got the way to break the bank
when the drought end, you know who to thank
a hundred dollars rolled in a swisher sweet
it’s the name your price trap, you can get it cheap

[chorus]

[verse 4: yung mung]
i got the birds and the hoes jumpin’ across the globe
i spit these words in ya nose and your temporal lobe
ain’t noone like me, and i’m with ya wifey
this fifth of ciroc got me feelin’ feisty
and it ain’t no myth that i got them chips
load them birds on the ships
have you heard that i splurge on mysterious whips?
no eclipse, this a ‘rarri
i’m sorry but i welcome you to jamrock like i’m mr. marley
no ziggy, ain’t picky, but i got that sticky
flow tricky, come with me and your b-tch will suck my d-cky if she look like nicki

[chorus]

- the joint committee feat squay yung mung chris v the g lyrics

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