Gotit Yuh

Yeah

Someone call Lil Gotit cause I got it, yeah
Driving foreigns all out through the parking lot
Oh is she a Capricorn that's Camelot
Oh you coming through I bet that's cap a lot
And I spend it like a hoe
Lower case T across my chest, yes
And she bend it like a hoe
Ride me, take your timing
Take my dough
And I make it back

I got magic on my fingers yeah I got it
Don't you compliment with you, you ain't bout it
I'm a road runner
I got fire on fire, slatt
Shawty say she love me uh
I don't trust her nah
Look at me B
I'm dripping' juice yeah
Look at me B
Don't got shit to lose yeah
Don't waste my time B
I got shit to lose ay
Ay

Someone call Lil Gotit cause I got it, yeah
Driving foreigns all out through the parking lot
Oh is she a Capricorn that's Camelot
Oh you coming through I bet that's cap a lot
And I spend it like a hoe
Lower case T across my chest, yes
And she bend it like a hoe
Ride me, take your timing
Take my dough
And I make it back

Wipe 'em down
Wipe 'em down, had to take 'em out
Yeah, yeah
Wipe 'em down
Wipe 'em down and we ride like
And we ride like
And we ride like



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Writer(s): Josiah Nichols
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