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letra de off-white (remix) - lil gotit

[intro]
10fifty, i love you

[chorus: lil gotit]
off-white b-tch with the off-white, yeah
off-white, off-white, off-white, yeah
b-tch, i got some money, broke n-ggas over there
bullets taking [?] all cuttin’ through your head
wrist, ooh, seasick
riding with them sticks in a big-body c6
doing lil’ b-tch suckin’ me and you kiss-kiss
geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a sunkist
bop, bop
sipping on wock’
opp n-ggas get popped
past shooter with an iced-out clock
shawty, yeah, you got one shot
ain’t dying, we ain’t drinking on scotch
lil’ b-tch got slop my top
took the top off the truck [?]

[verse 1: lil gotit]
n-gga, stop capping, you b-tch, gucci slides matching the fit
my b-tch, she act like a brat, pretty b-tch having a fit
you n-ggas cuffin’ these thots, they mobbing d-ck, no kiss
stick hit his head, no vest, you go through the stress, no check
ms on the neck, we ain’t rocking no [?]
b-tch, we get more money, y’all get the less (skrrt)
swerving that lamb’, lamb’
12 caught me in a jam, d-mn
getting f-cked by a freak going mayhem (woo, woo)
take the drac’ to the sh-t, to the meeting place
a lot of d-mn shots when the block got sprayed
glock with a 31, sh-t took place
dripping in bape, and b-tch, i go ape
rock my jeans made by jimmy true
b-tch [?] yeah, f-ck the coupe
racks on your head, yeah, caught one too
then i get some money, it’s one or two
got the pack from my brother, i ain’t talking ’bout mook’
my youngin’ ’bout the money, he’ll serve ’bout it too
slime me, know it’s a slime back too
i ain’t change on you, all the blue hundreds is the only thing new

[chorus: lil gotit & lil keed]
off-white b-tch with the off-white, yeah (off-white)
off-white, off-white, off-white, yeah (let’s go)
b-tch, i got some money, broke n-ggas over there (no lie)
bullets taking [?] all cuttin’ through your head (no lie)
wrist, ooh, seasick (sh-t)
riding with them sticks in a big-body c6
doing lil’ b-tch suckin’ me and you kiss-kiss (doin’ her)
geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a sunkist (doin’ her, doin’ her)
bop, bop (bop-bop)
sipping on wock’
opp n-ggas get popped
past shooter with an iced-out clock
shawty, yeah, you got one shot
ain’t dying, we ain’t drinking on scotch
lil’ b-tch got slop my top
took the top off the truck [?]

[verse 2: lil keed]
uh, yeah, if i got it
hey, what is a drought?
i left some kids in her mouth
nothin’ but chanel on these jeans when i step out
know i’ma throw racks or slime when i step out
i got some pigeons, get high like a pilot
pack coming in, that pack coming
i ride with f&n ’cause i’m blessed like a choir
pullin’ up h-llcat, switched out vans
real freak ho f-cking all top ten
car geeked out, you don’t know what i’m in
rich came full, ice age on the wrist
i’m the real young goat, put me top of the list
gotit young goat, put him top of the list
got money then i chopped the whole top, b-tch
glock that i got don’t pop, b-tch
y’all n-ggas smoking on woo-woo-woos
had your ho blowing like a flute, flute, flute
just like berries, i got juice
f-cking bad b-tches, yeah, [?] too
no nav, but your ho getting tap, tap
catch me on the block and i’m shooting cr-p, cr-ps
riding traphouse, her head in my lap
off-white jeans on me but it came black

- lil gotit

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