lirik lagu lil gotit - f.o.m.f
[intro]
uh, yeah (baby, lil’ baby, lil’ baby, lil’ baby)
man, don’t blow my high, n~gga (i’m making that sh~t, yeah)
i’m f~ckin’ with you (making this sh~t for real)
n~gga pushing this sh~t ’round
real n~gga radio (gotti)
[chorus]
f~ck out my face
i’m geeked on a pill
get the f~ck out my face
f~ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (f~ck?)
ain’t talking ’bout shooting with n~ggas, they rats today (nah)
my money be u.s (yeah)
my dime wan’ be wifey
my drip, it came from j~pan
i’m feeling closed in (let’s go)
i pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (top chef)
[post~chorus]
bankroll on me, let’s go splurge (splurge)
keep that sh~t street like the curb (curb)
twin got some wocky
i pour that sh~t up, now i’m slowing my words (syrup)
get ’round these white folks speaking nothin’ but some business like i’m suburban (suburban)
i don’t f~ck on none of these lil’ bitty b~tches, give ’em jobs, they working (yessir)
[verse 1]
h~lla these b~tches, they goin’ (yessirski)
the f~ck is you lil’ n~ggas doing? (yessirski)
cut ’em right off like a morgue (cut ’em off)
bae, i’m not cheating, i’m touring (on god)
wild life, smoking forests
chopper sing like a chorus (woo)
i got locked up in a porsche (yeah)
lawyer beat it, i’m important (no bizzy)
[?] came with a b~tch (shee’)
real blessing, i’ll give you a wish (blessing)
they watching me, tune in on twitch (woah)
big p, sipping cris (big p)
sideways with a stick (side)
i’m shooting everything in this b~tch (i’m tellin’ you)
oh my god, heaven the risk (lil gotit)
[chorus]
f~ck out my face
i’m geeked on a pill
get the f~ck out my face
f~ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (f~ck?)
ain’t talking ’bout shooting with n~ggas, they rats today (nah)
my money be u.s (yeah)
my dime wan’ be wifey
my drip, it came from j~pan
i’m feeling closed in (let’s go)
i pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (top chef)
[post~chorus]
bankroll on me, let’s go splurge (splurge)
keep that sh~t street like the curb (curb)
twin got some wocky
i pour that sh~t up, now i’m slowing my words (syrup)
get ’round these white folks speaking nothin’ but some business like i’m suburban (suburban)
i don’t f~ck on none of these lil’ bitty b~tches, give ’em jobs, they working (baby)
[verse 2]
i give ’em jobs
they say that we move like the mob (yessirski)
trap banging, she give me some jaws (jaws)
i’m rich, p~ss over the stall (stall)
your main ho got me on a call (call)
real freak, she goin’ petite
she suck on my feet and b~lls and all (that’s crazy)
i hit that lil’ malls and ball (ball)
i know that they dig what i’m sayin’ (sayin’)
they know i’m the man with the plan (the man with the)
i shoot all my chops with a stance (doo~doo~doo)
i steady got racks in my pants (got racks in my pants)
i talk to my dogs in the can (yeah)
they stand in the paint like a man (they straight)
i can pay for that p~ssy and her ass (no bap)
she caught lil gotit again (tellin’ you)
[chorus]
f~ck out my face
i’m geeked on a pill
get the f~ck out my face
f~ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (f~ck?)
ain’t talking ’bout shooting with n~ggas, they rats today (nah)
my money be u.s (yeah)
my dime wan’ be wifey
my drip, it came from j~pan
i’m feeling closed in (let’s go)
i pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (top chef)
[post~chorus]
bankroll on me, let’s go splurge (splurge)
keep that sh~t street like the curb (curb)
twin got some wocky
i pour that sh~t up, now i’m slowing my words (syrup)
get ’round these white folks speaking nothin’ but some business like i’m suburban (suburban)
i don’t f~ck on none of these lil’ bitty b~tches, give ’em jobs, they working (gotti)
[outro]
woah, woah
woah, woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah, woah
yessirski, woah
yessirski, woah, woah
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