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letra de i got more - dankhytten

[chorus / thei$$]
(hoo! hoo! hoo!)
you got one car i got four (aah-aah-aah-aaah)
sayin’ you got money but i got more
you got one car i got four (for real b-tch)
sayin’ you got money but i got more

[verse 1 / fgtsht|na]
you ain’t smart, gettin’ bands you a b-tch
gonna try these hands imma wreck the beat loud when i hit
join the coup, drop the top, imma eat when i sit
lettin’ steam off, chop the pot, now let it drip (uh)
tough luck to touch, we’re taking over when my flow beats shock the world, now growin’ colder
better watch your six don’t rutch your mouth, we get you locked up
stackin’ bands, holy grail, payin’ the cops off
new record when i eat that ass like cake
i’m finding b-tches hеlla’ weak gonna say she’s fake
wе’re dropping fat cup of lean, totti finally awake
he’s gonna take the gangstas up, hit that l!ck everyday
mad tings my brother cuz when you hit up that stim
you’re gonna light the fuse of a future homes that is grim
we’re gonna heat the buzz up hoping something would dim
the perfect wrath of a world, was it worth every sin?

[verse 2 / lil pickle]
don’t talk to me brother that’s wack
you ain’t smokin’ that loud b-tch it’s cap
homie pullin’ up tryna clap back, i be dunkin’ on your ass lil’ homie and that’s facts bruh
she be tryna give me head that’s no cap bruh
never gon’ catch me dead ion lack bruh
only sippin’ that fiji no tap bruh
never gon’ catch me dead cuz that’s wack bruh
[chorus / thei$$]
you got one car i got four (aah-aah-aah-aaah)
sayin’ you got money but i got more
you got one car i got four (for real b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)

[verse 3 / lil nico]
i’m a k!lla in the streets (in the streets)
and i’m a k!lla in the night (in the night)
i’m a k!lla for the p-ssy (for the p-ssy)
and i’m a k!lla for the skejs (for the skejs)
i’m a k!lla for the gang (gang)
and i’m a k!lla for the fam (for the fam)
so don’t try to post on me, imma shoot you in the head bang-bang (bang-bang)
cali’ heavy like my bands, extendo long as my d-ck
always walk around strapped, glock on my lap like nic

[verse 4 / lil assi]
my brothers they be ballin’, my brothers they be callin’
glock 30-round on the gang, we patrolin’ (gang gang)
lambo on the streets and you know how we rollin’
if we catch the opps on god we be all in
tryna catch the smoke then ya can’t be a lightweight (lightweight)
see the checks comin’ my way
boy ain’t even thinkin’ bout the gunplay
headshot with the deathray (pew-pew)
still sippin’ on a drank, tryna smoke a little dank
sayin’ i’m the man, zero posts on the gram (nah)
baby imma eat like a lion on a lamb
tryna catch this beef, imma go a little ham
6 feet 4, tryna catch some more (so wassup?)
load it up when you hit the floor (with my glock)
get the whip and the take it off (drop the top)
ain’t stoppin’ when i’m runnin’ for none so f-ck the cops
[verse 5 / dj whiteboi]
ay, today spent countin’ my money, i ain’t seen one b-tch in my clique we stay stuntin’
imma cut it all up no miss (no miss)
been on the road so long i gotta p-ss (uh)
stay down with the same brothers (i’m bi)
cuz i stay down

[chorus / thei$$]
you got one car i got four [down with the same brothers]
(aah-aah-aah-aaah)
sayin’ you got money but i got more
you got one car i got four (for real b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch…)

- dankhytten

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