Correction Paroles Take Care par Lil Gotit

Featuring(s) : Millie Go Lightly & Toosii

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[Intro: Millie Go Lightly & Lil Gotit]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker
I buckled up, down for the ride (Slatt)
Fuck it, I'm down for my slime (Slime)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Yeah)
Fuck up the money, I fucked up the money, I fucked it up so many times
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (On God)

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Two-fifty, 500 high block, we livin' ruthless
G6 and molly sand tan gon' leave you toothless (Leave you tooth)
I'm used to this, I know how to use stick, I make her move it
Ain't nothin' to prove to this, ain't on no cool shit, get down with the movement (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm so icy hot
I put her down, then I fix her up (Ooh)
Top speed when I pick her up (Let's go)
She with the gang, better cuff her up (Let's go)
New AP touching the sun (AP)
Ten pointer, won't point at my son (Ten pointers)
Trained 'em young how to live without a gun (Trained 'em young)
Stack it up, ran ten K months (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby want none of these bums (We players, for real)
Can't go back and forth with a bum (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker
I buckled up, down for the ride (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
Fuck up the money, I fucked up the money, I fucked it up so many times
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Slatt)

[Verse 2: Toosii & Lil Gotit]
Yeah, he got rich off of tellin' a lie
I got rich off of uppin' the fire (Fire)
Don't wanna die, then he better pick a side (Side)
Better duck when that— get to flyin' (Flyin')
We go bust down APs, Rolex, Cartiers on all of the guys
I bought the Patek Philippe, same day Audemars, I ain't wasting no time
I gotta make sure the whole gang shine
I won't hit it if she ain't a dime
It's a murder if you get out of line
If you play, then somebody gon' die
I thought I told you
That we all gotta eat, so a young nigga hang around vultures
I keep it kosher
But a fuck nigga play, then a nigga gettin' put on a poster
Yeah, I'm hot as a toaster (Yeah)
And she ridin' the dick like she ridin' a new rollercoaster
Wait 'til it's over (Yeah)
When I hop on the track, I'ma act like a nigga don't know her (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker (Woo)
I buckled up, down for the ride (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
Fuck up the money, I fucked up the money, I fucked it up so many times (Times)
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Let's go)
Load up the stick, we gon' hop in the striker (Woo)
I buckled up, down for the ride (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm down for my slime (Yeah)
If they buck on the lick, then he dyin' (Boom)
Fuck up the money, I fucked up the money, I fucked it up so many times (Times)
I got rich off of take carin' the guys (Yeah)
He got rich off of tellin' a lie (Pussy)

[Outro: Millie Go Lightly]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

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