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“That What You Got” (Official Music Video)
YTB Fatt
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You a fronto, you ain't link up with Frenchie
Ooh
If I go for the same shit twice, I'd be a fool
I came in the game to take over, pussy, make some room
Huh, all my cars be twin engines, go vroom
You look like you would cuff the hoes, I fuck fast, way to lose
My opp'll eat a dick to get posts on the Shade Room
Can't believe these the type of niggas that say we into it
I pimped on a ho, she was easy influence (oh my gosh)
NBA Hawks game, Rick Owens boots on the wood
Sittin' by me courtside, man, the ho look Jewish, huh
Ho so bad, all the bitches scream, "poli the pussy" (on God)
Can't forget how they played with me
Can't forget how they played a G
Can't forget how she played with me
I had, I told the ho, "come stay with me"
Man, I had, I let this ho lay with me, yeah
A gang member, what they label me, uh
I'm back on that time again
Got back droppin' dimes again
I can't too much vibe with men
I'm back around my crackhead friends
I'm back around my motherfuckers that
Stick in they arms with heroin pens
If I'm back around this, I'm supposed to win, huh
I'm back around hoes that charged niggas
Put the hound the poles 'til I gave they shins
I'm back around hoes come inside, mix-match
Start switchin' from the pin (the ratchet)
I'm back around young niggas that'll put a wig
On just to go get revenge (get to clappin')
I seen most of these fuck niggas turn
To opps, they was once my friends
Can't let a nigga come 'round try to tear down what I built in time
I ain't got no talk for no nigga, ain't pick up what I'm puttin' down
She was a go-getter, nigga, throw off a
Pivot, now all she know is lie on the crime
Play with a real nigga, settle for a
Lame, maggot bitch, that what you got
You got played, bitch, that what you got
Got your heart broke, that what you got
Got your shit took, that what you got
Got your bitch took, that what you got
Ho got cheated on, that what you got
He got rich looks, but he ain't got nothin'
She a thick ho, I could tell from the front
When she see me, put her hair in a bun
Count the opps, I got that's scared of my gun
Whack all of 'em and I bought all they guns
Rockin' a blanket with a gun 'bout my cousin
He ain't one of us, but I can't say he wasn't
Spent my whole album check on budget
My hoes call me four, my lil' cuz call me Cudi
Put your trust in a fox, make the buzzer, uh
That boy dissed, so I changed it to cutter
How many hoes on the way? 'Bout a dozen, uh
Every time I come around, they be stealin' my sauce, huh
So fuckin' piped up, get you killed for a post, huh
Pulled up in a Lamb', dipped in a Ghost, huh
Wearin' RS ice, walkin' on a caved-in floor, in the trap
Got so many fuckin' 'bows, more than base notes in my lap
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