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lirik lagu went legit – g.t.

[intro: g.t.]
(simmie made this gangsta sh*t) brrt, brrt, brrt
let’s go, yeah (pin my n*gga larry in it)
come on, come on, come on, for real, for real (my n*gga, pull them cards out, man)
let’s go, let’s go (talk that sh*t up)

[verse 1: g.t.]
ayy, born in ’91, i came up off that snoop and dre sh*t
my pops used to bang scarface, i loved the way that bass hit
comin’ down off master p, then nate dogg and warren g
spend my childhood in the streets, they used to call me lil’ g
got older, youngin with daytona, that b*tch cost a hundred g
out in cali with the grower, you think money don’t even grow on trees
seventy just for the motor, forgiatos got it sittin’ mean
product of the dope game, you ain’t ever touched a triple*beam
no dolce, but i do celine, rover got the pilot seats
it’s crazy what they do for cheese, some work they whole life, don’t get it
n*gga, what you doin’ now? no time for reminiscin’ (for real)
i’m ballin’ out for all the times i had no pot to p*ss in
[chorus: g.t.]
take the t*top— take the t*top off my 86, bangin’ rick james’ greatest hits
i’m a f*ckin’ ghetto boy that went legit
we own all our sh*t, even the ones that ain’t even got no tint
[?][1:07], you can’t even f*ck on my b*tch
take the t*top off my 86, bangin’ rick james’ greatest hits
i’m a f*ckin’ ghetto boy that went legit
we own all our sh*t, even the ones that ain’t even got no tint
[?], you can’t even f*ck on my b*tch

[verse 2: larry june]
can’t even f*ck on my b*tch, can’t even f*ck with my wrist, i’m makin’ em sick
you sippin’ too much of that sh*t, i’m loadin’ that clip in case you thought i was a l!ck
probably thought it was a hemi ’til i brought that lambo’ thang to the trenches (ayy, ayy, ayy)
three*deep in the 550 bustin’ h*lla moves in atlantic city
layin’ low with my square b*tch ’cause the block hot, gotta blend in (blend in)
iroc with the t*top, havin’ h*lla hoes like pimpin’ ken (let’s get it)
two glocks like max payne, when i pulled up it was different energy (numbers)
interstate with the bag on me, if i touchdown, i can buy a benz (uh)
nightstand with the mac on it, but it’s big boogers on this fn (uh)
a hundred k worth of tennis chains, it was lightshow when i walked in (uh)
just do a couple adlibs on a track, n*gga, that’s gon’ cost ten (uh)
n*gga with an attitude, hit it with an ice cube, then i get it in

[chorus: g.t.]
take the t*top— take the t*top off my 86, bangin’ rick james’ greatest hits
i’m a f*ckin’ ghetto boy that went legit
we own all our sh*t, even the ones that ain’t even got no tint
[?], you can’t even f*ck on my b*tch
take the t*top off my 86, bangin’ rick james’ greatest hits
i’m a f*ckin’ ghetto boy that went legit
we own all our sh*t, even the ones that ain’t even got no tint
[?], you can’t even f*ck on my b*tch

- g t

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