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Artiste : Lil GotIt
Titre : Just Sayin´
Everybody wan´ be a slime, we ain´t gon´ give ´em no chance
Main mans in the ground, no more new friends (DMC, you global now, nigga)
I ain´t playin´ with the chop, I got one more man

I already took my time, now I get my bag from the man

How I´m end up with racks, by not playin´ with pussy cats
Surrounded myself with slatts, so we feastin´ on a rat
Show respect when you speak of slime, say somethin´ or you get whacked
Every day I stuff a dime in this drip and pop tags
Lately, I been in my bag
My mama just made a new Jag´
Bought my daddy a Porsche Cayenne
Got my brothers a big old advance
All these racks, I can´t keep up my pants
I´m so high, I don´t wanna land
I be stitching, blow stacks on my Bape (Hood Baby)

So I cannot give you no chance
This what I´m sayin´

I wake up and go play with bands
I spend these hundreds like a fan
Got money, mind on advance
And a nigga ain´t playin´
For these Cubans, drum ´em like a band
And landmines if they land
No cap, I´m just sayin´
We can make another Afghanistan
Drip to my boot, drip to my boot with Lil Bool
Yeah, BlocBoy, shoot anyone, any dude
Got a purple masseuse rubbin´ my back, not just juice
Want a filling, no tooth
Baby, when I´m getting that head from you
Red dot, headshot, shit, I don´t need target practice

All black, redeye, in the brand new Hellcat, smashin´
Drop these dots, ain´t none of them lasting
Drop the dot, doo-doo they ass

How I´m end up with racks, by not playin´ with pussy cats
Surrounded myself with slatts, so we feastin´ on a rat
Show respect when you speak of slime, say somethin´ ??? or you get whacked
Every day I stuff a dime in this drip and pop tags
Lately, I been in my bag
My mama just made a new Jag´
Bought my daddy a Porsche Cayenne
Got my brothers a big old advance
All these racks, I can´t keep up my pants

I´m so high, I don´t wanna land
I be stitching, blow stacks on my Bape (Hood Baby)
So I cannot give you no chance
This what I´m sayin´

Everybody wan´ be a slime, we ain´t gon´ give ´em no chance
Main mans in the ground, no more new friends
I ain´t playin´ with the chop, I got one more man
I already took my time, now I get my bag from the man