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Artiste : Lil GotIt
Titre : Toe Tag
[Lil Gotit]
(Hurt, what it do?)
Huh? Check
(10Fifty, I love you)
Run a lil´ check

(What up, Foster?)

[Lil Gotit]
Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (Yeah, it´s time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a ´Vette (Skrrt, skrrt)
Percolated, got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of ´em on meds
Say you spendin´ checks
I hear you, but you stressin´ that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I´m a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Keep a deuce once you´re located in the 6

Got Georgia Dome head, watch a bitch get blitzed
Yessirski, Ashley, she gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy
In the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag
Poppin´ bottles, won´t toe-tag (Hood Baby)

[Lil Gotit]
Used to sell sacks out the trap back
Now I´m pulling up with gas packs
Yeah, real big speaker
And I feel like Moneybagg, yeah
With moneybags filled with cash
Tats in the face, went slime, shit, yeah
Never know dope man (Hood Baby)
They don´t want smoke, they group fans
She gifted us with the pussy like December
Invest in that booty, my bag get it bigger

I´m a young nigga, but rich lil´ tender
That dawg control the Glock, he got rhythm
We on that gang shit
Stand on the couch and go make it rain shit
Wire my check in
Shoot up a Trackhawk or they arrange shit
We know we live dangerous
Slime the opp block, John Wick, point and aim shit
Went got a check, stupid, ready to flex
Don´t think this shit sweet, I talk with the TEC
TaTa ´bout to chop off the head ´cause he picky
I could fuck my bitch, but I want your bitch business
Beat on that pussy, it´s wet as it get
I´m lit, I´m lit, they ain´t doing shit

[Lil Gotit]

Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (Yeah, it´s time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a ´Vette (Skrrt, skrrt)
Percolated, got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of ´em on meds
Say you spendin´ checks
I hear you, but you stressin´ that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I´m a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Keep a deuce once you´re located in the 6
Got Georgia Dome head, watch a bitch get blitzed
Yessirski, Ashley, she gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy

In the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag
Poppin´ bottles, won´t toe-tag

[SG Kendall]
Yeah (21), stop cappin´ (Cappin´)
I heard you got racks in your mattress (What´s happening?)
We slither, we slide, we gon´ catch him, yeah
Wipe his lil´ nose, we gon´ bless him (Hachoo)
I got more apes than Bapes, they do what I say
And they way tougher than steak (No cap)
Put ´em on a plate, then we vacate
Heard they got done on a late day, yeah
Gotit from the 6 side (6 side), uh
Meet up at that bitch house (Bitch house), yeah
Addies and them titties out (Addies), uh
I think she ready for the dick now (Ready)

Let her play with the Patek on the money, nigga
Whole lotta paper, we ain´t running out of money, nigga
Courtside seats, watch ´em playin´ right in front a nigga, ooh
I text back like fourteen thousand
Hellcats riding back to back, yeah
Swervin´ through Atlanta, doing the dash, yeah
We´ll slide the 6, drop a bag, yeah
Then go to Cleveland Ave with the slatts, yeah
YSL, 21 shit, yeah
Your gang, my gang hit, yeah
The same lil´ stinking ass bitch, yeah
Now she tryna brag ´bout this shit, yeah

[Lil Gotit]
Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (Yeah, it´s time for that)

I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a ´Vette (Skrrt, skrrt)
Percolated, got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of ´em on meds
Say you spendin´ checks
I hear you, but you stressin´ that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I´m a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Keep a deuce once you´re located in the 6
Got Georgia Dome head, watch a bitch get blitzed
Yessirski, Ashley, she gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy
In the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag
Poppin´ bottles, won´t toe-tag

[Lil Yachty]
Diamonds (Diamonds), baguettes (Baguettes), four hundred racks (Go)
In the penthouse with thirty-three snacks (Slatt)
Beat on her back ´til it crack
Money man, money man (Money)
Sleep with one eye like I´m huntin´, man (I sleep)
Niggas ain´t getting no cake for real
Y´all know how it feel, that´s too sad (Sad)
I had that Maybach at twenty-one (No cap)
That´s two-seventy (I paid it)
Four hoes in my room and they ebony (I slayed it)
I fuck up that sack so irregularly
Sinnin´ so much, but my bitch is so heavenly
Treachery (Fuck ´em)
They play with my name like I´m dead or somethin´ (Yeah)

I confront, they say, "Huh?" (What?)
Like they couldn´t hear what I said or somethin´
Had to drop that lil´ bitch (Get dropped)
She asking questions like she fed or something (No cap)
Fed up, I need me some new head (Slatt)
Bro cracked the seal on some old red
Told her chew on that dick like a Lemonhead
Lil´ bitch, I´m that young nigga they copy from (On God)
Gave her three shots of Jamaican rum (On God)
I´m fucking this bitch and her mama home

[Lil Gotit]
Jumped off the porch to a check (Check)
First move, put some diamonds on my neck (Yeah, it´s time for that)
I know for sure that it get her pussy wet (Get her wet)
Yeah, my first car was a Porsche, not a ´Vette (Skrrt, skrrt)
Percolated, got your ho on the meds
Vibes, shit, all of ´em on meds
Say you spendin´ checks
I hear you, but you stressin´ that shit
Hood Baby a star, real shooting star
I´m a young rich nigga with a bag and with the shits
Keep a deuce once you´re located in the 6
Got Georgia Dome head, watch a bitch get blitzed
Yessirski, Ashley, she gotta slop, slop-top me
I done caught a body on the Addy
In the club on gang shit
.223 a hashtag
Poppin´ bottles, won´t toe-tag