I Got (Explicit) - Yung Terp/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Twenty9xx

Lyrics by：Kenneth Harris/Nathan Patrick Seeley/Cameron Jibril Thomaz

Composed by：Kenneth Harris/Nathan Patrick Seeley/Cameron Jibril Thomaz

This whole about the b***h is stupid

Stupid stupid

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Look how we drunk how we drunk

There's funk

There's funk

There's no police no police

F**k man the day is great

The day's launch day's launch day's launch

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me

I want 'em

How about join

She say can you don't want

I make thousands and throw them into parties

And just me having fun

Pollo code just as me

And about this Louis V

She got n***as on her side

Still she want see me win her

I choose her

F**k ya new friends

She got a n***a back home but

I'm cool with that

She's not about the money

She's want you do to her

20 shots and 18 more I ain't losing her

Three b***h they turn thirsty they in Fee G

We shot a movie and clip ain't PG no

Came alone and from hustle with my CD

I was saving on my Kansas so I can live oh no no

I didn't wanna change right there no no

But I had changed my dreams

For being erased being erased

I did n***a wish I made it happen

I just like green so now I'm laughing laughing

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me

Both these n***as stain stain I don't need to

I feel like I do want yah

You too see through

I ain't f**king lie

I don't need you

So much in my lies guess

Disappear you yeah

That your b***h what she lie about come on

This was a city we just fly out go on

Nappy sipping getting high now high

Capping merits and I fly out

Take check on my pocket and

I throw it on a floor n***a yah

None of this is false knew

My son up in a Porsche n***a skrr

Treat like a score my whole

Team out on a core with us right

Argue with the strongest we

Go harder 'cause it's war on us

I came from the bottom I deserve it

I swerving I know

Foreigners in my car that a punches

I'm perfect okay

My b***h need a buck she work it

She earned yah

Now the tables has turned in a luck

I'm waking yah

Things are in a glass

I like 'em s**t burning ah

Now I get the parking

Get a bugger f**king my chain ah

I've been through the bad and

Came out a different person person

I'ma making it last since it's my night served

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me

Take your b***h to my hideout

This s**t suit her get in

How about

I got joint rollers

I got real crushes

I got joint papers

I got real crushes on me crushes on me crushes on me

Yung Terp makes me drip