Gimmie (feat. Kyd)
You know
All my life I wanted
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, yeah)
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimmie, Gimme)
All my life I wanted
All my life
(Gimmie)
Yeah
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimme)
Gimmie that
I want that, I want this, I want this
All my life I wanted
Yeah
Look
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram, it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me, straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie Gimmie, Gimmie, ya
It's gon' feel real nice like fuck the price, ya
Cop that shit and won't even look twice, ya
Drinks are on the rocks double ice, ya
My life wasn't chose just rolled the dice, yeah
Look - I like what I like to do
You don't see from my point of view
I give cred where credit is due
But fuck you cuz you should've knew, BITCH!
Yeah
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me
Straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
So much shit I gotta say
How do I put it in words?
Can't put my mind in a verse
I'd rather put it in a purse
I'm always focused on money
But happiness comes first
Like what you smiling for dog?
You gotta know yourself truly
Used to bein on the floor now I'm up
I just wanna hit the boogie
Used to dance with the devil
Now I'm dancing with a groupie
Now I'm like where the pen and pad?
I used to trip when I was moving
Feel remorse for a lotta battles
Open doors I ain't ever take
Like how you gon see if you got the talent
If you ain't tryna go hit the stage?
But that's just a metaphor actually
What's wit these hoes asking me questions
Like why is you broke?
Why is you stressing?
Why is you paranoid, you got a weapon?
Why is that other dude all in your section
When he got a problem with all of your brethren?
I keep my enemies closer than all of my clothes
I make my moves in the dark
The silence speak louder than words
(Yessir)
This the old news bitch
I been on my shit
I just ain't show you shit
I'm feeling like Gimme this
Wait, KYD, where'd the beat go?
Haha, BITCH!
Haha
BITCH!
BITCH!
Yeah, yunno
Haha
Hahaha
All my life I wanted
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, yeah)
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimmie, Gimme)
All my life I wanted
All my life
(Gimmie)
Yeah
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimme)
Gimmie that
I want that, I want this, I want this
All my life I wanted
Yeah
Look
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram, it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me, straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie Gimmie, Gimmie, ya
It's gon' feel real nice like fuck the price, ya
Cop that shit and won't even look twice, ya
Drinks are on the rocks double ice, ya
My life wasn't chose just rolled the dice, yeah
Look - I like what I like to do
You don't see from my point of view
I give cred where credit is due
But fuck you cuz you should've knew, BITCH!
Yeah
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me
Straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
So much shit I gotta say
How do I put it in words?
Can't put my mind in a verse
I'd rather put it in a purse
I'm always focused on money
But happiness comes first
Like what you smiling for dog?
You gotta know yourself truly
Used to bein on the floor now I'm up
I just wanna hit the boogie
Used to dance with the devil
Now I'm dancing with a groupie
Now I'm like where the pen and pad?
I used to trip when I was moving
Feel remorse for a lotta battles
Open doors I ain't ever take
Like how you gon see if you got the talent
If you ain't tryna go hit the stage?
But that's just a metaphor actually
What's wit these hoes asking me questions
Like why is you broke?
Why is you stressing?
Why is you paranoid, you got a weapon?
Why is that other dude all in your section
When he got a problem with all of your brethren?
I keep my enemies closer than all of my clothes
I make my moves in the dark
The silence speak louder than words
(Yessir)
This the old news bitch
I been on my shit
I just ain't show you shit
I'm feeling like Gimme this
Wait, KYD, where'd the beat go?
Haha, BITCH!
Haha
BITCH!
BITCH!
Yeah, yunno
Haha
Hahaha
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Mccarthy
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