Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Got , by - Young Nudy. Song from the album SlimeBall 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paradise East
Song language: English
I Got |
| Yeah, nigga, you hear them mothafuckin' rubies, man, you know what I’m sayin, |
| hittin' up against each other nigga |
| Yeah man, just bought a couple of houses right there man |
| In Beverly Hills nigga |
| Yeah, we ain’t worried 'bout the past mane, we move forward mane |
| You know what I’m sayin', new money, new hoes, new bags |
| You get it, ya' dig? |
| Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red |
| Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat |
| I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks |
| Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case |
| I got, AK |
| Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep |
| Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223 |
| And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet |
| Fuck around and run it up |
| All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck |
| I been gettin' bigger bucks |
| All y’all niggas lame as fuck |
| Y’all niggas ain’t nun' like us |
| Nigga wanna be us |
| Not part of the bemula nigga |
| Nun' of you niggas are shooters, nigga |
| We pull up and nigga we do you nigga |
| Aim in medulla nigga |
| Knock that motherfucker off, man down, yeah Medusa nigga |
| Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas |
| I would hate to be one of you broke ass niggas |
| Damn you make me laugh |
| Walk around with a lot of damn cash |
| $ 30,000 in my fuckin' pants |
| .30 make my fuckin' pants sag |
| I know you mad, I am not |
| Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots |
| Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red |
| Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat |
| I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks |
| Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case |
| I got, AK |
| Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep |
| Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223 |
| And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet |
| Okay it’s juice man, I’m off two xans' |
| My blunt mixed with two strands |
| My cup worth 'bout two bands |
| Nigga what you doin' |
| Coonin' and buffoonin', I got all these bitches choosin' |
| I got basketball money bitch and I ain’t even hoopin' |
| And I got, big racks on me |
| Bitch, I’m loaded |
| Rubber bands, business, can’t fold it |
| Bitch, bust it open |
| Take a snap and post it |
| I’m in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope |
| Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red |
| Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat |
| I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks |
| Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case |
| I got, AK |
| Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep |
| Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223 |
| And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet |