letra de got it - billy marchiafava
[intro]
yeah
(bling!)
pow pow pow
yeah i got it
ayy, ooh, yeah
[chorus]
yeah i got it
everything she own, b-tch i bought it
all designer clothes with the hoes, yeah i got it
driving real fast in that car, supersonic
y’all cannot compete, billy flex like i’m hogan
yeah i got it
everything she own, b-tch i bought it
all designer clothes with the hoes, yeah i got it
driving real fast in that car, supersonic
y’all cannot compete, billy flex like i’m hogan
[verse: billy marchiafava]
billy got the sauce, got the juice, got the drip
wh-wh-who the f-ck you know, makin’ hits like this
ru-ru-run up in that party and i run off with your b-tch
y’-y’-y’all be smoking juuls, billy smokin’ on spliff‘s
we got new money, just came through the door
that b-tch she dirty, got c0ke on her nose
flexing forever just look at my clothes
i do not work, i’m no regular joe
this that new sh-t they gon’ play in the club
me and team we be catchin’ them dubs
flex on unlimited, b-tch you a scrub
never stop workin’ i’m up till the sun
i got the money so i had to make it flip
you talkin’ funny we gon’ bust up yo lip
i’m makin’ memes while i’m f-cking yo b-tch
talk is cheap, you ain’t gonna do sh-t
[chorus]
yeah i got it
everything she own, b-tch i bought it
all designer clothes with the hoes, yeah i got it
driving real fast in that car, supersonic
y’all cannot compete, billy flex like i’m hogan
[verse: b00bie lootaveli]
if you not the hitta’ you da motherf-ckin’ l1ck
katie hit you somewhere by your lip, make you do a flip
pull when the dust clear, yo b-tch look like “who is this?”
got the metal by my hip
like a beyblade let it rip
in this b-tch we making bands, hoe
you don’t make no sense
how you always rap cappin’, but don’t ever make no hits
with a ratchet thick b-tch, she gon’ f-ck me with her t-ts
you’d be lying if you said that you know what the f-ck it is
all these plays in motion, time to step up out the water mane
burnin’ through this paper like it’s motherf-ckin’ water gate
pull up with them call of duty guns, you know it’s not a game
all my ‘migos let them singo when it’s time to andele
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