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Featuring JR Writer (Verse) Jumpsuit at Pataki's fresh home, but focus Hopeless, finding out ways to wear that coke ass Told him smoke this, gave him that like hold this Me and LeBron meet you at the mall for this road trip In and out every bank hit, every route, make sure Correct them out can't lie, check the account For my dogs they need burners I gave them out Broke some laws but beat the murders, I paid it out Helped them out if you tough, why yelling shot When they killed Ricky you turned in the tray, like let him out Gut the lock, set the film box, I set him out Miss sugar hill posted in a Jag but mellowed out When niggas yo muscle they take advantage of it Beef on with them they think you ain't gonna make the sandwich of it Everything ain't a movie, make sure the camera's covered Lift the Uzi before I be another Kaniko (Hook x2) If we ain't got it, we get it You got it, let's get it Who got him to get it Cause they got him they get it Every shot that we sending SongtexteWe hot or we winning This ain't no bullshit, nigga This a full clip (Verse) We ain't got it, we get it You ain't got it, we get it If we got it this caddy, get in, lil momma, we livin' Handing out exquisite whips while you hopping them relics Savage, hook this with the dent you've been popped for a minute Dig it? You ain't never lived by the law of the streets Lieutenant, what you ever did to record you a beat The lyrics? The definition of talking is cheap I live it, that's why you bitch keep my songs on repeat Capisce? I'm in your party, give me ten feet Before I pull off with your bobby in a Benz G Your boobie know I'm hotter than the Benz seats You couldn't lure me with a Martin Luther King speech Sheesh, I got a fever with the lyrics, you can see it cause it's vivid They believe it when I spit it, nigga You niggas don't see it, I'm a menace I used to hold the block, I can't see it in a minute (Hook x2) If we ain't got it, we get it You got it, let's get it Who got him to get it Cause they got him they get it Every shot that we sending We hot or we winning This ain't no bullshit, nigga This a full clip (Verse) You ain't bout it to live it You a coward, forget it Talking powder, I'm with it Hand me a pot in the kitchen Haters probably bitching Yeah, they probably pitching Drag it down, nigga, go find a brick Lying down for ringing, I ain't loud I gotta bang I'm like Johnny Yang from Chinatown I bout to bang like I gotta drink to quiet down I'm at the same, different kind of mint, that's lighter brown I'm known to test shoot, 38 hold the special Live like a Soprano, no listen like Tony nephew But fold up 12 joints, there's four left, more or less I'm posting the ave and go text Thinking the L, fly nigga for real Sick of being your average why nigga was ill Quicker with the ratchet, never mind the still I'm going for your wife so I got time to kill (Hook x2) If we ain't got it, we get it You got it, let's get it Who got him to get it Cause they got him they get it Every shot that we sending We hot or we winning This ain't no bullshit, nigga This a full clip Aus Songtexte Mania