Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Dat, artist - Joey Cool. Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Song language: English
I Got Dat |
| Good, oh there’s Joey Cool’s over here with the zippo man |
| Burna |
| Coolie baby hit the kill switch |
| I know some niggas who’ll pull up on you real quick |
| I got that |
| I know we lookin' like a meal ticket |
| But if you disrespect the crew, you gotta deal with it |
| I got that |
| We ain’t on the same page boy |
| I snatch the mic, you try to walk up on my stage boy |
| I got that |
| See I don’t do it one way boy |
| I took the slave boy, freed him from the cage boy |
| I got that |
| Said you got a couple niggas with you in the city |
| With your pretty bitches taking pictures with you |
| I got that |
| How you go from rappin' like you went to college |
| Droppin' knowledge to this track and actin' like you with it |
| I got that |
| I be drinkin' heavy liquor |
| That’s the only time a nigga gon' decide what I’ma give him |
| I got that |
| You be steady second guessin', you got problems and you stressin', |
| you ain’t seein' no direction nigga |
| I got that |
| You ain’t seen this fuckin' caliber, you’re just a dabbler |
| We ain’t the same line straddler, I’m not a battler |
| An amateur, and not a haggler, bitch I ain’t playin' |
| Look I got the wood, I’m a paddler |
| I got that |
| Ain’t a motherfucker savage |
| And don’t bring a bitch around me |
| Fuck it up and probably damage her |
| Don’t hand her into four-nine |
| No one’s fucking manager |
| I ain’t responsible and I don’t no one’s fuckin' handler |
| I got that |
| Coolie baby hit the kill switch |
| I know some niggas who’ll pull up on you real quick |
| I got that |
| I know we lookin' like a meal ticket |
| But if you disrespect the crew, you gotta deal with it |
| I got that |
| We ain’t on the same page boy |
| I snatch the mic, you try to walk up on my stage boy |
| I got that |
| See I don’t do it one way boy |
| I took the slave boy, freed him from the cage boy |
| I got that |
| I don’t do the disrespectful shit |
| Somebody probably should’ve told you who you messin' with |
| I got that |
| You ain’t takin' up prerequisites |
| And that’s the only thing I’m seeing as a definite |
| I got that |
| Don’t nobody know your name no |
| She tryna kick it with the nigga with the chin though |
| And I’ma probably knock the pussy out the bando |
| She never scopin' boy, she did it when she can no |
| I got that |
| Get familiar, I am chiller than manilla |
| That incision like a scissor |
| I could get it all delivered |
| This one thing you gon' remember |
| See when you don’t have a filter |
| You gon' have some that attack you |
| And these women gon' be bitter |
| I’m a lover, I’m a fighter |
| I’m a saint and I’m a sinner |
| You ain’t watering the plants |
| And the flowers finna wither |
| Man it’s hard to be this quiet |
| My attention is the center |
| I can handle what you can’t |
| And that is exactly where we differ |
| I got that |
| Coolie baby hit the kill switch |
| I know some niggas who’ll pull up on you real quick |
| I know we lookin' like a meal ticket |
| But if you disrespect the crew, you gotta deal with it |
| We ain’t on the same page boy |
| I snatch the mic, you try to walk up on my stage boy |
| See I don’t do it one way boy |
| I took the slave boy, freed him from the cage boy |