I Got - Explicit Album Version

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Three 6 Mafia!
 Put your money where your mouth is boy
 If you really wanna do somethin', Get the fuck up!
 Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
 I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (bi-atch)
 I got money (uhh) I got clothes (ha)
 I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (hold up)
 Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
 I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (bi-atch)
 I got money (uhh) I got clothes (ha)
 I got whips (hold up) I got hoes
 I'm ridin tall on 24's, spittin game out to the hoes
 With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
 My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
 Chiefin, drankin up all night, ballin out yeah that's the life
 Ladies wanna ROLL with me, blow a bag of 'DRO with me
 Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in YO' city
 I'm all about this pimpin, when it comes to women
 Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feeling!
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 Here I am so fresh, so so clean
 I've been in the club, aww shit I see I blew the hoe's brain
 Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
 Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala
 The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
 But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
 Rap, is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
 What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape
 Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
 Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven
 But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
 I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clean clean
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 Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin
 Let me tell you somethin nigga
 That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
 We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
 In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it, livin large
 Sellin' white, sellin' pills, sellin' crystal meth meth
 Sellin' D's, sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
 Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on (roll on)
 Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch hold on (hold on)
 I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
 So I can hit the club, strip, and get chose on
 

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Duration
03:47
Key
11
Tempo
153 BPM

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