Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God I Got It

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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Thank God I got it, thank God nigga I got it
Thank God yeah a ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, nigga count broccoli
I be it not stoppin'
Young getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a nigga a
Ocean, more shit I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more champagne I'm more shit
is fab when I'm driven focus
Niggas but I creep the low shit
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh
Hit him with the oh
back with the fo-fifth
Forfeit make a nigga
come up in the know shit
I feel I got it, nigga's and the niggas, they 'bout it'
I get money and a nigga no
Nigga and the niggas start mobbin'
I feel I got it, I be in the Benz with the Robbie
Bugatti to McLaren, [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick bottle
Percosets give me sex and the
Hundred trans and the the watching
I I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see in Rodney
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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Yeh I get it
I know about wifey
Bad bitch beside me
I get high when I'm
We get high in this space all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma it
I beat it up like I'm
I beat it up I'm Michael
I wanna a Miss Jackson
We riding in that Aston
The love life not
me to yourself
'fore a minute I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper blasting it
booty, keep dancing it
Dance keep laughing it
Head right, fast in here
start to gold diggin'
Ball hard, I'm a
hard til the damage done
Live life 'til the day is
Ball hard with my one

Yeah

I am a

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Gettin' top
Oh call me papi
they can't stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the City it
Everybody talkin' shit make the hits go away
I get the
I get beating a to it
I get real shit, real shit
Talking oh yea
I get dope cat, dope cats
Talking old way
Remember old ways
out that door-way

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'member the days we used to the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain
Rich boy, play
I can be raw let you ride
Baby I'm slowly
Keeping thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in
Keeping your beside me
your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we
Baby, I'm dying
your thoughts inside me
Keeping your inside me
Only about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your inside me
Keeping your behind me

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Yeah, them old ways
Lock out that
Gettin' top
Oh yeah me papi
Hell yea stop me
I get the money, get it then I it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't the hits go away
I get the
I get beating a
I get real shit, real shit
Talking oh yea
I get dope cat, dope cats
Talking old way
Remember them old
out that door-way