Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Got , by - Deluxe. Song from the album Boys & Girl, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.03.2020
Record label: Nanana
Song language: English
I Got |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| Psychosicksomatic I’m fantastic sure as Pi is three |
| Point one four, one five, I come alive my baby die for free |
| Wacko slick dramatic team |
| Messing like you never seen |
| It’s like you never seem |
| Psychosicksomatic I’m ecstatic, you can’t stomach me |
| Fuelled by oxymoron superpowers of the last marine |
| Panorama gamma beam |
| Channelled through your plasma screen |
| Na mean? |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| Say what |
| I sold my life for a song |
| Rolling toms |
| I got the bomb in my palm |
| But not too strong |
| I hit the bong in my thong |
| What have I become |
| I’m lit but calm |
| Lit but calm, lit but calm! |
| I finally found an oasis in between |
| The highest pinnacle and basic pimple cream |
| I flipped the regular basis |
| What I mean |
| Is I’ma boss like you ain’t seen |
| Never seen |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| That is so heavy |
| Almost as heavy as my balls |
| And I must say |
| I’m having such an amazing time with you tonight |
| I’m gonna rap super fast |
| Lacking of cold blood, sweat dripping |
| Attack of the cobra, venom sting |
| Gimme de loot, don’t give a poop |
| I’ll toot my flute till death descend |
| And spill out spit till you get sick |
| And beg for it to end |
| Set fire to this cracker and devour all your odds and ends |
| Boy you never blend |
| You know it boy, I’ll never blend |
| And your sentiment is borderline irrelevant |
| Boy you never blend |
| Boy you never blend |
| You’ll never |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |
| I got tools, I got tricks |
| I can make this lose a win |
| I got ruse, I got wit |
| I can flip this over quick |