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just left the hamptons - yo gotti lyrics

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just left the hamptons lyrics
[intro]
aah, i don’t wanna fight
baby i’m just fine
i don’t need you anymore
man, n*gga got ’em
i’ma tell all my lil’ n*ggas, they got to level up
you know what i’m sayin’?
(touchoftrent be wildin’ with it)

[verse 1]
billion dollar mind frame (yeah), hunnid thousand chump change
gunpowder on my sleeve (sleeve) and i ain’t been to a gun range
all these diamonds real as me, they certified (certified)
ain’t ducking no problems, just identify (identify)
all these b*tches f*ck with you, yeah, business*wise (business*wise)
they say you pay good just to get inside
n*gga, you a trick where i’m from
to a b*tch, you a l!ck where i’m from
you can’t even visit where i’m from
picture having five hunnid thousand on your arm
one*fifty on your chain, another seventy in your charm
picture having switches on your gun
once you pull that trigger, it’s a drum and can’t n0body run
get away from it
play with me, you got a date on it (for real)
i tell a b*tch to wait on it, b*tch, i ain’t your player homies
on another note, i just left the hamptons
landed in my city private, me and my accountants
michael rubin just inspired me (for real)
all white party, what’s the earning
that i thought getting a hunnid bricks was ill (well, it is)
n*gga a hunnid mill’ in the crib (ugh), d*mn
[verse 2]
this like ’96 off (96)
i used to have the money in the loft (in ’06)
housing b*tches with the work, that was law
worry when in one jump and i sold the sauce (sold it raw)
and when you won, you don’t gotta say you a boss, n*gga
it’s in your moves, never play to lose
i graduated streets and school
clean look, college cut, half a ticket, i was moving smooth, n*gga
seen in you in my school, n*gga
ask my teachers ’bout me, this ain’t nothing new, n*gga (nothing new, n*gga)
most likely to succeed (i am)
first semester college, got a thousand pounds of weed
yeah, i have more gas than texaco
college dropout, i went to study business out in mexico
you know, yeah, yeah, you know
but on another note, i landed in the hamptons with a draco
my mind f*cked up, i gotta let these streets go
emotions don’t feel safe, i don’t think so
i’d rather be prepared than not be ready
i come from a world where sh*t get deadly
before i be a corpse, i’d be a celly (yeah)
and i’d rather rot before i tell it (tell it)
this no regular ap, this a skele’ (skele’)
yeah, n*gga, this the holy grail
like amazon prime, i’ll send it through the mail
zip so tight, you’d think you had no sense of smell
street n*ggas sending rap money to the jails
if i win a award, tell bet i want a scale
i wanna represent the streets, i wanna represent them bells
i went platinum in that kitchen, bringing it down, watchin’ it gel
[outro]
i’m with the krafts in the hamptons, what the h*ll (the h*ll)
sh*t crazy
anything possible n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’
real dope boy, n*gga
and i just left the hamptons

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