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letra de gtfu - derek rinsema

i’m gonna get what i want
i’m gonna get what i want
i’m gonna get what i want
i’m gonna get what i want
i’m gonna get what i want
i’m gonna get what i want (yeah)
i’m gonna get what i want (yeah)
i’m gonna get what i want

i was sick of being little bro-ed so i growed the f-ck up
tryna get my life like whoa, so i growed the f-ck up
i don’t want no petty hoes so i growed the f-ck up
tryna meet with every goat so i growed the f-ck up

b-tches will be hating till they see the f-cking break down
fake ones steady shaking ‘cause i’ll prove that my clique ain’t clowns
movie that i’m making got me wondering who’s faking but i guess we’ll see when me and my team start putting on the whole town

i’m done playing games, we were never the same
i know all those names, b-tch, the f-ck are you saying?
i’m not stopping till i see the fame or get the acclaim
no, i’m not f-cking with you, b-tch, i’m swerving these lanes
so get out my face with that petty sh-t
i’m running the race there’s no way i’ll quit
making my way to the top, that’s it
so f-cking get out my way, or f-cking get with it
no i won’t say your lil name at the award show
already f-cked up my life with cocaine, that’s a low blow
i’m already insane, you got no hoes
moving through the night like bruce wayne
b-tch, you ain’t the joker, you a joke hoe
i was sick of being little bro-ed so i growed the f-ck up
tryna get my life like whoa, do i growed the f-ck up
i don’t want no petty hoes so i growed the f-ck up
tryna meet with every goat so i growed the f-ck up

been tryna quit smoking
i won’t till i’m performing
i’m big book learning
i’m nine-to-five earning
not tryna die early
your man’s too burly
he out here flexing hurley
i shake his hand firmly
i like your hair curly
i like your tits perky
i like your waist curvy
i talk to you sternly
you speaking more dirty
quit mocking, you thirsty
i see it in your eyes
plus, you wearing my jersey

relatable and quirky
my friend’s already buried
imma be surprised if i make it to thirty
i keep my t–th pearly
i stay bumping mercy
the past getting murky, a rock, i be st-rdy
the past getting murky, a rock, i be st-rdy
relatable and quirky, my friend’s already buried
imma be surprised if i make it to thirty
imma be surprised if i make it to thirty
need to get out of the city that birthed me
i need my clique proud of how hard i am working
still wondering how that dove winning those grammys
she’ll fit like a glove on my d-ck in miami
if you got a problem with it you can @ me

i was sick of being little bro-ed so i growed the f-ck up
tryna get my life like whoa, so i growed the f-ck up
i don’t want no petty hoes so i growed the f-ck up

yeah, yeah grow the f-ck up

i was f-cking up my life daily, making sure i got that next high, couldn’t even get by
and honestly, i can’t lie, feeling like i can fly

gotta get on this sh-t before it’s too hot
phoenix burning up, i know my dreams are long shots
but i been feeling these waves since before the day we met $not
week prior bumping gosha in the car smoking what my friends brought

that was way before i started to really know myself
to these beats i throw myself
tryna re-approach myself, not saying much yet, compose myself
i’m not tryna expose myself

it ain’t a big deal
we way passed the cheap meals
tryna get that steak on my plate
medium rare veal is what we’ll be eatin’
on the thrones where my and my team will be seated
so what’s up?
so what’s up? (uh)

- derek rinsema

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