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letra de i got it - young thug

[hook: young thug (rich homie quan)]
what you got on is a clue, ooh
(i had to compliment you on that dress girl)
i gone smash off in that coupe, ooh
(i just left the dealership, no need to flex girl)
yea, i got what you want, i got what you want
i got it
i got what you want
i got what you want, i got what you want
i got what you want
i got it
i got what you want

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
we gon’ start at noon and we gone finish at sunup
i can f-ck you in my room but the hotel be funner
might just jump over the broom and get married by the summer
i’m in her mouth like a spoon, (come suck these kids when they come up)
i show my -ss like baboons, i’m the king of the jungle
them n-ggas cracking on you but when i ask ’em they mumble
cause i f-ck with you just like you f-ck with me
you know, i got the same love for you, you got for me
i go beyond all measures for you
when broke, not fun, girl i treasure you
and i know, cause i’m quan, rich homie baby forever
and i’m l!cking love letters for letters, thug tell ’em

[hook:]
what you got on is a clue, ooh
(i had to compliment you on that dress girl)
i gone smash off in that coupe, ooh
(i just left the dealership, no need to flex girl)
yea, i got what you want, i got what you want
i got it
i got what you want
i got what you want, i got what you want
i got what you want
i got it
i got what you want

[verse 2: young thug]
okay, i got what you want, what you want you know i got it
i heard you startin’ a clothing line, no police but i’m gone cop it
me and rich homie quan got ’em in line, they just wanna know when we droppin’
i’m gon’ get ’em wet and slimy, eat your little pizza up, no topping
spend 100 on my time bro
and i’m (?) that (?) bro
and we shootin’ everything up around my town bro
why the f-ck is you lyin’ for, i know you seen the barcode
i’m gone smash off your diva
t-tty b-tch wear a c-cup, but i’m a true blood so it’s a b-cup
i ain’t talkin’ bout no shoes in the air, but for her, i’ll spend the re-up
ooh, ooh, no school, no rules

- young thug

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