Got Em lyrics

by

Lloyd


[Verse 1: Dolla]
pus*y on my lips
Smell of kush on my clothe
Eyes of a eagle, you people stuck to the road
I can, lackture philosophers, achive impossible
IQ of a genius a motherf*ckin phenomenal
Obstacles too damn easy, See how I tackle em?
Slave on my notebook yeah. see how I shackle em?
Name in a rap and that rapper i will gravle em
Face to the ceilin, she gone swallow up my semen
If that b*tch decides to burp, she gone burp a f*ckin demon
I Be plottin I be schemin chasing every single dollar
But I Keep them fiends off me, I got a flee collar see
Now we rather, die before we get uncertified
I'd rather electify, before I think to testify
Word to my mama and my unborn seed
It's me and my n*gga Dubb blowing on that cali weed
But my A-Town sh*t, don't forget bout that
Shoot him in the head if he follow that
Heard em n*ggas tryna plan how we follow that
Me and my n*gga Streets yeah we all that
Chevy all blue, 4-5 black
Twist Dolla winner, hop out winner
Have my last kid, mama don't want em
He still breathin? pop that gun
Smoke a blunt, take a sh*t, take a shower, f*ck a b*tch
Relode my clips I be back in the morning....GONE!
[Verse 2: Dubb]
Hey look
If Ya'll don't want war, I don't see what the front for
With the gun knocked on, n*gga slay the front door
White paint, when my f*ckin crew pass
Red bone, it's thicker than some bullet proof glass
Look, I'm in the hood, but I'm climbing up the ladder
sh*t, it's spladder, Imma shoot him like Bobbie Lee swagger
Dubb and Dolla Leaders follow us
Follow when I move
Follow me and the mothaf*ckin style be the ruthless
Uncodicional Flow, Dubb is the coolest
On a mission to blow and tear up the movement, uh
She suckin til my di*k sore
Suckin the tip off and go for the ball like its the center of the tip off
Shootin like a rocket whenever I let that clip off
Now you in the air, you can call that lift off
I'm pist off on rappers, and the pistols clap ya
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