CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : got it myself
Oh, oh
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Oh, oh
Oh, oh
How much you want? [?]
I'm f**kin' on bad b*t*hes, need another
And I'm always gon' ride for my dawgs, my brothers
Got a show in the H-Town, finna turn that b*t*h up
Backstage, she gon' back that sh*t up
Backends, need to give me my bucks
And back then, they was hatin' on us
So I had to change my ways, wasn't for them, but it was for me
I'm 'bouta go roll on this X, oh, and I think I had too much to drink
My side b*t*h mad at me, 'cause I left the lil' b*t*h at the studio
I'm smokin' on O's like cheerios I'm pickin' my bros, not silly hoes
Home alone and he came straight from Clayco, ATL
[?], that's two of his case closed
I'm 'bout to let off a whole lotta shells
And my brodie just told me my eyes red
Too damn high, I guess you could tell
They know my name, they don't know what I sell
And I'm gettin' money more then I get mail
And if I get locked up, I'm payin' my own damn bail
B*t*h, I do it myself
B*t*h, I do it myself
Ain't no f**k n***a help me, b*t*h, I did it myself
And you see all these god damn racks, b*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
Yeah, yeah
I got it myself, yeah
B*t*h, all I got is myself
Yeah, I'm rollin' on gas
Yeah, yeah, and I'm crackin' the seal
Yeah, I got this ho' outside, she know I'm a pimp and player
Yeah, I'm with this b*t*h and I'm turning her on, make her a pimp and a player
Yeah, yeah, you know I'm the boss, yeah, you know that I'm flossin, yeah, you get what I'm saying
Yeah, yeah, I'm pullin' I'm pullin' it up, I pull up, you know I ain't playin'
Yeah, I put that ho' on that X and that molly, hell nah, I ain't doin' no xans
Yeah, I'm off that codeine, and I get out my body, lil' b*t*h, and I can't feel my legs, yeah
I done flooded my neck up with baguettes, baby, I'm too damn wet
I done stuffed my lil' pockets up with them [?], baby, I can't pull up my pants
Yeah, all of my shooters, yeah, in the booty club, and we throwing them racks
Yeah, can't move with no fye, if a n***a try this sh*t, then we shooting, oh yeah
Yeah, I'm outside, I'm with my guys, baby, yeah, I [?]
Yeah, baby, I move by the check, yeah, baby, I move that strip
Yeah, shawty tryna come get stretched, don't got money, she f**k on the next man
Yeah, she know I'm too damn wavy, I got her lil' geeked up, off a X pill
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self
How much you want? [?]
I'm f**kin' on bad b*t*hes, need another
And I'm always gon' ride for my dawgs, my brothers
Got a show in the H-Town, finna turn that b*t*h up
Backstage, she gon' back that sh*t up
Backends, need to give me my bucks
And back then, they was hatin' on us
So I had to change my ways, wasn't for them, but it was for me
I'm 'bouta go roll on this X, oh, and I think I had too much to drink
My side b*t*h mad at me, 'cause I left the lil' b*t*h at the studio
I'm smokin' on O's like cheerios I'm payin' my bros, not silly hoes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
How much you want? [?]
I'm f**kin' on bad b*t*hes, need another
And I'm always gon' ride for my dawgs, my brothers
Got a show in the H-Town, finna turn that b*t*h up
Backstage, she gon' back that sh*t up
Backends, need to give me my bucks
And back then, they was hatin' on us
So I had to change my ways, wasn't for them, but it was for me
I'm 'bouta go roll on this X, oh, and I think I had too much to drink
My side b*t*h mad at me, 'cause I left the lil' b*t*h at the studio
I'm smokin' on O's like cheerios I'm pickin' my bros, not silly hoes
Home alone and he came straight from Clayco, ATL
[?], that's two of his case closed
I'm 'bout to let off a whole lotta shells
And my brodie just told me my eyes red
Too damn high, I guess you could tell
They know my name, they don't know what I sell
And I'm gettin' money more then I get mail
And if I get locked up, I'm payin' my own damn bail
B*t*h, I do it myself
B*t*h, I do it myself
Ain't no f**k n***a help me, b*t*h, I did it myself
And you see all these god damn racks, b*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
Yeah, yeah
I got it myself, yeah
B*t*h, all I got is myself
Yeah, I'm rollin' on gas
Yeah, yeah, and I'm crackin' the seal
Yeah, I got this ho' outside, she know I'm a pimp and player
Yeah, I'm with this b*t*h and I'm turning her on, make her a pimp and a player
Yeah, yeah, you know I'm the boss, yeah, you know that I'm flossin, yeah, you get what I'm saying
Yeah, yeah, I'm pullin' I'm pullin' it up, I pull up, you know I ain't playin'
Yeah, I put that ho' on that X and that molly, hell nah, I ain't doin' no xans
Yeah, I'm off that codeine, and I get out my body, lil' b*t*h, and I can't feel my legs, yeah
I done flooded my neck up with baguettes, baby, I'm too damn wet
I done stuffed my lil' pockets up with them [?], baby, I can't pull up my pants
Yeah, all of my shooters, yeah, in the booty club, and we throwing them racks
Yeah, can't move with no fye, if a n***a try this sh*t, then we shooting, oh yeah
Yeah, I'm outside, I'm with my guys, baby, yeah, I [?]
Yeah, baby, I move by the check, yeah, baby, I move that strip
Yeah, shawty tryna come get stretched, don't got money, she f**k on the next man
Yeah, she know I'm too damn wavy, I got her lil' geeked up, off a X pill
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self
How much you want? [?]
I'm f**kin' on bad b*t*hes, need another
And I'm always gon' ride for my dawgs, my brothers
Got a show in the H-Town, finna turn that b*t*h up
Backstage, she gon' back that sh*t up
Backends, need to give me my bucks
And back then, they was hatin' on us
So I had to change my ways, wasn't for them, but it was for me
I'm 'bouta go roll on this X, oh, and I think I had too much to drink
My side b*t*h mad at me, 'cause I left the lil' b*t*h at the studio
I'm smokin' on O's like cheerios I'm payin' my bros, not silly hoes
