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 give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her ho-ope

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Thank God I got it, God yeah nigga I got it
Thank God yeah a nigga plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga broccoli
I be gettin' it not
nigga getting money, no option
Grab me and hit a nigga a
Ocean, more shit 'for I my ghost shit
Oh shit, more champagne I'm more shit
Life is fab I'm driven focus
Niggas talk but I creep the low
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh
Hit him with the oh
Pull with the fo-fifth
Forfeit a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the shit
I feel I got it, nigga's and the niggas, they 'bout it'
I get money and a no option
Nigga tourin' and the niggas mobbin'
I feel I got it, I be riding in the Benz the Robbie
to McLaren, 'Rari [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the over bottle
Percosets give me sex and the
Hundred trans and the trans the
I feel I got it, I can see believe it inside me
I can see disbelief in
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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 her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Yeh I get it
I don't about wifey
Bad right beside me
I get high when I'm
We get high in this ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma it
I it up like I'm Tyson
I it up like I'm Michael
I make a Miss Jackson
We riding fast in Aston
The life not crashin'
Take me to
'fore a minute swear I see
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a chopper blasting it
Chop booty, dancing it
Dance club keep it
Head right, live in here
start to gold diggin'
Ball hard, I'm a
Ball hard til the damage
Live life the day is done
Ball hard with my one

Yeah

I am a

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

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

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