I Got It
Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug
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(C4) i got it What you got on is a clue, ooh (I had to compliment you on that dress girl) I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy (I just left the dealership No need to flex girl) Ooh Yeah, I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want) (I got it) I got what you want I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want, I swear I do) (I got it) i got what you want We might start at noon and We gon' finish at sunup I can f*ck you in my room But the hotel be funner Might just jump over the broom and Get married by the summer I'm in her mouth like a spoon (Come suck these kids when they come up) I show my ass like baboons I'm the king of the jungle Them niggas cracking on you, but When I ask 'em, they mumble 'Cause I f*ck with you just Like you f*ck with me You know, I got the same love for you You got for me I go beyond all measures for you When broke, not fun, girl, I treasure you And I know, 'cause I'm Quan Rich Homie baby forever And I'm licking love letters for letters Thug tell 'em What you got on is a clue, ooh (I had to compliment you on that dress girl) I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy (I just left the dealership No need to flex girl) Ooh Yeah, I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want) (I got it) I got what you want I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want, I swear I do) (I got it) i got what you want Okay, I got what you want, what you want You know I got it i heard you startin' a Clothing line, no police But I'm gon' cop it Me and Rich Homie Quan got 'em in line They just wanna know when we droppin' I'm gon' get 'em wet and slimy Eat your lil' pizza up, no topping Spend a hunnid on my time, bro (And what? And what?) And I'm, and if you try to Play, I'm droppin' that dime, bro And we shootin' everything up around my town Bro why the f*ck is you lyin' for? I know you seen the barcode I'm gon' smash off with your diva Titty bitch wear a c-cup But I'm a true Blood so it's a b-cup I ain't talkin' bout no shoes in The air, but for her, i'll spend the re-up Ooh, ooh, no school, no rules What you got on is a clue, ooh (I had to compliment you on that dress girl) I gone smash off in that coupe, ooh, ayy (I just left the dealership No need to flex girl) Ooh Yeah, I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want) (I got it) I got what you want I got what you want, I got I got what you want (I got what you want, I swear I do) (I got it) i got what you want
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