Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got It, artist - DeJ Loaf. Album song Sell Sole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.12.2014
Record label: World
Song language: English
I Got It |
| What up, family? |
| Tryna wake 'em up cousin |
| I say R.I.P. |
| to my cousin |
| Tryna wake 'em up cousin |
| Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus |
| I don’t know much about that Bible, never felt like I need it |
| I told my mom that I got her, when I make it we even |
| For all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin' |
| I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me? |
| I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still can’t believe it |
| We balling out, nah, we ain’t up in no bleachers |
| You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers |
| Cause we own now and we grown now |
| First million, go and tell 'em it’s on now |
| I still sip Arizonas |
| And I do this shit for all of my loners |
| Screaming to the top of my lungs like «Mama, I’mma make it» |
| Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience |
| Just stay in your lane, fuck anybody hatin' |
| Love don’t love nobody so don’t worry about datin' |
| Just worry about Dej whether you singing or you rappin' |
| All these bitches got opinions |
| Cause you fucking over half 'em |
| Anybody want war it ain’t shit to get it crackin' |
| Cause nigga where I’m from they use alleys for the caskets |
| I’m not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience |
| Never been baptized, I got demons in my body |
| And I pray from time to time, I be like «Lord, get 'em off me» |
| I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money |
| Don’t nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony |
| They ain’t really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach |
| I don’t merge in niggas' lanes, I got tunnel vision |
| Fuck a buffalo stud no pun intended |
| It’s so hard, I still play it like Pun existed (Big Pun) |
| Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions |
| Look, all y’all fraud niggas, all y’all broad niggas |
| And most of 'em foul, that’s exactly why I charge bitches |
| My niggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it |
| You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft niggas |
| Scared to let your mans ball, these niggas Ken dolls |
| I’mma put me on then put my friends off |
| Niggas try to talk to me, I put 'em in that friend zone |
| Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the Timbs on |
| We be off the Hen-dog, don’t chase it for nothing |
| And you be on that bullshit, basically fronting |
| I’m basically running, anything go in front me |
| Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clicking and dumping |
| I probably leave a nigga boiling like chickens and dumplings |
| Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, I’ll blow up your muffin |
| Fuck it, all I want is checks with them commas with no drama |
| Respect, loyalty, money and power |
| Round table, we gon' eat like them mobsters |
| I’m a monster, this music shit it come so easy, I got it |
| Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it |
| Bitch I got it |
| It come so easy, I got it |
| I got it |
| IBGM |
| Yeah, we got it, we got it |