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gimmo t - got the ball كلمات الأغنية

[piano intro]

(chorus)
mmh, yeah, i got the ball
mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it
came a long way (yo) from the kids in the comments
young gimmo t goin’ off feel like russell i’m good
talm bout we ain’t getting outta the hood
b_tch, i ain’t never even been around it (yo)
one time those who be losin’ the loudest
i’m tryna figure out how you so p_ssy
(verse 1)
and don’t even know what it feel like
that must mean you were born as a feline
it ain’t true (yo) that you are what you eat
cause you don’t look very much like my t_st_cl_s
i might jus’ p_ss on my haters i trickle
no fair, why is gimmo t lit though?
it’s a monster (yo) you could do this sh_t hoe
nah gimmo t imma get mad at hate
baby stop playing his music is lame
or maybe that’s not how it goes
and maybe (yo) my music is sh_t
but somehow i’m lit, wherever i go
somehow i still got a bad ass b_tch
somehow i’m on spotify radio, bro
man (yo) how the fire of my flow still comin on thought b_tch instagram post

(chorus)
mmh, yeah, i got the ball
mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it
came a long way (yo) from the kids in the comments
young gimmo t goin’ off feel like russell i’m good
talm bout we ain’t getting outta the hood
b_tch, i ain’t never even been around it (yo)
one time those who be losin’ the loudest
i’m tryna figure out why you so mad
(verse 2)
these vancouver rappers kinda wack (yo)
pitiful seein’ a movie like that
go ‘head send me some shots on your tracks
jus’ make sure to return your lil’ style intact
they be rappin to be somewhere else
they ain’t rappin’ to get it for real (yo)
how you gon’ snitch on yourself just to tell everybody on [visco?] you grippin’ the steel?

(verse 3)
you won’t push the game to its limits i will
the haters done put me to sleep like nyquil
they (yo) sound like some janitors talkin’ some sh_t
i can’t give a sh_t i’m constipated b_tch
my pockets is thick, the spot got me lit
my b_tch got me brick, these virgins got chips on they shoulders (yo)
i’m fittin’ to flex a bit on em i ain’t givin’ up like they wanna
mmh, yeah i don’t smoke marijuana
my bag used to have quite the herbal aroma
you thought i was gon’ hate (yo) the hook i ain’t gonna
they call it the bridge theoretical nonsense
drop this sh_t hoe city been gone since august 9 was october or somethin
bro my b_tch (yo) had to dodge her momma
all good now but it caused some drama

- gimmo t

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