Know when I made this song, the plug daughter
Ya heard me, I was fuckin' with this lil' bitch
Ya heard me, she took me to her daddy
I thought her daddy was the man
But her momma really was the one, ya heard me?
I told the nigga, the nigga said, "If you hurt my daughter, I kill yo' family"
I told him, "I ain't got no fam!"
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'ma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I probably rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, baggin up sand
I'm not carin'
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names
Here it don't pass
Push one button, your feet in the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I'm hands on, I'm everywhere
Born in section, turn up there
Cold sport, but life ain't fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that it's wipin' air
Say she love me, okay, yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I'm debonair
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, meant protection
Big old weapon, bottle stare
From the projects, we in Paris
50 wrapped inside the Phantom
Sippin' Fanta out a can
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'ma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
Screeching, macking, bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I'm pouring up two ounces
This here flow like a fountain
This here tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes it's so astounding
Blowing this loud, we lounging
Fix your face, stop pouting
Bae I'ma take you shopping
I told you stop that doubtin'
GPS re-routing
Goin' out for that album
You better not get to shouting
I'll show you I'm really about it
Don't make no scene in public
Bae who thew fuck can 'llow it?
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
Bricks we take from out the H, you know when I'm outta townin'
Making that face, I'm pounding
Making that face you drowning up
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'ma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
---
I Got U - Kevin Gates
