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got my shit together - ty dolla $ign lyrics

[intro]
oh sh*t, oh sh*t

[chorus]
told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, got my sh*t together
got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, i got my sh*t together
i got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t, yeah

[verse 1]
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got this sh*t down
i told her f*ck with your boy ’cause i’m the sh*t now
i told her f*ck with your boy (boy, boy, boy)
she know we them boys (boys, boys, boys, boys)
light*skin from bahamas, she don’t need no diamonds
she on coke and rum, i’m on marijuana
she don’t f*ck with broke n*ggas, only n*ggas with money
broke n*gga tell a joke, man, the sh*t ain’t funny, uh

[pre*chorus]
independent, she don’t get offended
when a basic b*tch hatin’ on her
educated, she just graduated, she be givin’ me brain and all
she don’t ever f*ck with ordinary n*ggas
boss b*tches, never secretary b*tches
need a n*gga like the dolla and take it off
[chorus]
i had to tell her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, got my sh*t together
got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, i got my sh*t together
i got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t, yeah

[verse 2]
i told my b*tch come shoppin’ with a n*gga that’s rich
told my b*tch suck my d*ck for a new outfit
i feel my b*tch the real, i tell her how i feel
that’s my lil’ mama, she look like rihanna
she know she not the only one
so she make me use a condom, ay
no, she not a thotty
she got a pretty ass face and a bomb ass body, uh

[pre*chorus]
independent, she don’t get offended
when a basic b*tch hatin’ on her
educated, she just graduated, she be givin’ me brain and all
she don’t ever f*ck with ordinary n*ggas
boss b*tches, never secretary b*tches
need a n*gga like the dolla and take it off
[chorus]
you know i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, got my sh*t together
got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, i got my sh*t together
i got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t, yeah

[bridge]
oh sh*t, oh sh*t, got my sh*t together
oh sh*t, oh sh*t, got my sh*t together
oh sh*t, oh sh*t, still the same n*ggas
got my sh*t together

[chorus]
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, got my sh*t together
got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t
i told her f*ck with your boy, i got my sh*t together
new crib, new car, i got my sh*t together
i got the right team, still the same n*ggas
i need a bad b*tch on the same sh*t, yeah
[outro]
got my sh*t together
got my sh*t together
still the same n*ggas
got my sh*t together, yeah

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