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letra de got it - fbeat

[intro: fenix flexin]
fbeat go crazy
ayy, ayy, n-gga

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i got this one b-tch suckin’ like crazy, ayy (fbeat producing all the heat)
i just put her on that blade, told her pay me
tryna pull up on that b-tch in a mercedes
break it for everything, lil’ b-tch, i need my payments
b-tch, don’t tell me that i’m trippin’, i already know
i don’t want my baby mama ’cause i want a hoe
i need a b-tch to run it in, go and suck it slow
and speed it up, and roll the wood after a n-gga blow
late night i’m gonna figure the trap
my b-tch got a trickle, buying p-ssy and crack
you ain’t doing sh-t, lil’ baby, i could put you on a map
with a pair of stripper heels and your hair sl!cked back, listen
told the b-tch, “we on a money mission”
she wanna get some dog, i told her, “pay attention”
you ain’t even really get it
how you say you got it?
lifting up the bae ski mask so we can see you shot

[chorus: fenix flexin]
i got b-tches, i got putas
i got this lil’ freaky b-tch, she worked two jobs
when that bag touched down, hallelujah
i’m sliding in that foreign whip with a new ride
i got poles, i got pipes
we lay a n-gga down for a price
i swear these n-ggas only strapped on the mic
why the f-ck you ain’t blow up when you said it’s on sight?
[post-chorus: fenix flexin]
i got stomp downs, i got feats
i was checking traps out a b-tch named denise
said, “i need 20 bands”, she was down for a week
i was buying fist cooling at the trap getting geeked, n-gga

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
“you ain’t first then you’re last”, shout out ricky bobby
walking with some bad hoes through the hotel lobby
running game on a b-tch just like tamagotchi
at four-fifth got them p-ssy, n-ggas pop blockin’
20 bands on his head, i’m going op shoppin’
tryna f-ck this n-gga b-tch, but he c-ck blockin’
he a vest n-gga, i’m a gucci shoe
i told her, “baby, go and show me what that coochie do”
had to throw a rubber i won’t catch a coochie flu
her n-gga blowing up her phone, he a goofy dude
she keep telling that she love me, told her, “prove it”
put some money in my head, if not, keep it moving

- fbeat

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