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letra de get it - solo j

[hook]
cause i had to go out and get it
get to the guap, now i’m winning
n-gga don’t cap, you ain’t wit’ it
i swear to god that i’m different
these n-ggas ain’t no opposition
feel so blessed, i’m positioned
all of my feelings, they lifted
said imma go out, and i meant it
yea, yea

[verse 1: solo j]
never give that b-tch attention
won’t shoot my shot, like i’m simmons
she can’t keep my retention
remember the days i ain’t get in
now they blowin’ my mentions
really just dont get it
i really just dont get it
i really just dont get it
christian dior my new swag
goyard my b-tch’s new bag
they want me to fail so bad
n-gga you brokе, that’s too said
(make a song, now they wanna rap)
d-mn, i guess it’s thе new fad
talk sh-t, make ya b-tch clap
but, you already knew that
[hook]
cause i had to go out and get it
get to the guap, now i’m winning
n-gga don’t cap, you ain’t wit’ it
i swear to god that i’m different
these n-ggas ain’t no opposition
feel so blessed, i’m positioned
all of my feelings, they lifted
said imma go out, and i meant it

[verse 2: solo j]
i can’t trust many n-ggas
i can never trust a hoe
give them trust, and they’ll fold
yea, i swear that they’ll fold
yea
they fold
they fold
they fold
they fold
they fold
they fold
they fold

[bridge: solo j]
cause i had to go out and get it
i swear to god that i’m different
hop on a track and i’m whippin’
(get to a bag, and i’m dippin’)
your b-tch lied, i been hittin’
stay onna side, like it’s pippen
baby don’t lie, i ain’t trippin’
goyard suit and it’s fitted
yea, yea
[verse 3: dg fivo]
huh
huh
i had to go get to the bag
and ain’t no pretending, when you get offended
cause i know it’s feelings attached
i know you be watching my life
and i know you don’t like me too bad
but imma go all the way, posted at 508
crackin’ on crackin’, we blast
huh, huh
i been in need of me, uh, for so long
(so long)
won’t tell ’till we meet again, so long
(so long)
they used to play with me, uh, so gone
(so gone, so gone, so gone)
they used to play with me, uh, so gone
(so gone, nah)
gotta get to the bread
make sure my momma right
16, i was getting started, wasn’t hard to write
(hard to write)
17, copped some louie v’s, and watched my momma light
(momma light)
shooting fast, ain’t no carbon 9
but ain’t no harm alive
[hook]
cause i had to go out and get it
get to the guap, now i’m winning
n-gga don’t cap, you ain’t wit’ it
i swear to god that i’m different
these n-ggas ain’t no opposition
feel so blessed, i’m positioned
all of my feelings, they lifted
said imma go out, and i meant it
yea, yea

- solo j

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