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Artiste : Lil GotIt
Titre : Instead
Ayy, I get bread
10Fifty, I love you
Hood talk

This bread, ayy, you know I´m gon´ get that

The head, bae, you know I´m addicted to sex
The ass, sheesh, been fuckin´ with the best
My gas rank, ain´t talkin´ ´bout no ass
Penthouse ain´t got no maid
I´m guessin´ you´s inbred
My shooter don´t fuck with feds
They let me out the gate
I think I´m in love with Amiri
He think I´m talkin´ ´bout a bitch
I don´t think she heard me clearly
Talkin´ ´bout these racks and skinnies

Bring out some racks to get her out my face
She ain´t store her nigga safe, I´m the reason she all bright today
Broad day out, where your Cartier?
He think it´s numb, it´s holdin´ weight
But that´s the thing, he ringin´ the bro

Skeet, diss, and wish him well
Pull up on his ass, droppin´ shells
All that envy don´t look good, cut that out
Tired of waitin´ for a handout, boy, you burnin´ out (Better go get it)
Keep them folks up out your business, close your mouth (That´s law)
You can´t get money in one spot, you gotta go out

This bread, ayy, you know I´m gon´ get that
The head, bae, you know I´m addicted to sex
The ass, sheesh, been fuckin´ with the best
My gas rank, ain´t talkin´ ´bout no ass
Penthouse ain´t got no maid
I´m guessin´ you´s inbred
My shooter don´t fuck with feds
They let me out the gate
I think I´m in love with Amiri

He think I´m talkin´ ´bout a bitch
I don´t think she heard me clearly
Talkin´ ´bout these racks and skinnies

Everybody tryna act like they know me
I wasn´t gon´ be shit, what my teacher told me
Got off my ass and got a bag, yeah, I showed them
Went through so much pain, wiped it off my shoulders (Let´s go)
Spent my first thousand on Gucci shoes, I love drip (Gucci)
Reminiscing ´bout myself, ain´t no love here (Listen)
Bitch, you dig what I´m sayin´ with the biggest shovel
Glock .40 hold a monkey for my rivals

This bread, ayy, you know I´m gon´ get that

The head, bae, you know I´m addicted to sex
The ass, sheesh, been fuckin´ with the best
My gas rank, ain´t talkin´ ´bout no ass
Penthouse ain´t got no maid
I´m guessin´ you´s inbred
My shooter don´t fuck with feds
They let me out the gate
I think I´m in love with Amiri
He think I´m talkin´ ´bout a bitch
I don´t think she heard me clearly
Talkin´ ´bout these racks and skinnies