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lirik lagu i got dat sack – yo gotti


b*tch i’m sacked up
b*tch i’m racked up
b*tch i’m stacked up

[verse 1]
i rock gucci, louis, prada
n*gg*s know i shop at saks
yellow bone super fine
know i’m hittin’ that from the back
if you see me in the club
n*gg*s know i got that strap
security tried to search a n*gg*
but we comin’ thru the back
see the sparklers in the air?
you know them bottles on the way
cmg takin over mane
that’s all the dj play
right on, right on in the club with my white on
shawty got something tight on
and if that’s your b*tch then you might have to fight homes
gripping on her *ss, n*gg*s say i’m disrespectful
i pulled up in that lamb, n*gg*s say i disrepected ’em
if i’m wanted then i’m running fast, know they gotta catch me
n*gg*s shot at me and missed
oll the lord blessed him
i sell dope, i f*ck hoes and make songs ’bout the sh*t
i rob n*gg*s for they work and don’t feel wrong ’bout the sh*t
you a p*ssy *ss n*gg*, you don’t belong with no bricks
i pop pills, i feel good, i mix patron with the sh*t

[hook]
in the club goin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got them racks
in the kitchen whippin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got that sack
in this b*tch goin hard, n*gg*s know i got them racks
in the kitchen whippin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got that sack

[verse 2]
n*gg*s standin’ on the couches, throwin’ signs on the club
v.i.p. b*tch i don’t wait in line at the club
it’s a photoshoot, fed takin pictures in this b*tch
i’m a nice guy, buyin b*tches liquor in this b*tch
got my fam with me, plus my n*gg* zilla in this b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck i’m back on my ridgecrest sh*t
yellin “thug life”, n*gg*s on that 2pac sh*t
minnesotta twins b*tch i’m on my two glock sh*t
you n*gg*s screwed up, put you on ya news box sh*t
body found by the river, feed it cement bricks
eww she nasty, she just had a s*m*n dish
she suck the skin off the d*ck you should’ve seen this b*tch
they say i’m nasty, i think i’mma clean this b*tch
shawty suck it so good, think i’ma clean this b*tch
sike! she not the type to be a wife
she get her p*ss, for the night

[hook]
in the club goin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got them racks
in the kitchen whippin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got that sack
in this b*tch goin hard, n*gg*s know i got them racks
in the kitchen whippin’ hard, n*gg*s know i got that sack


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