Shotta Spence - Getcha Own | Текст песни

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[Hook]
This my cup, getcha own
That's my bitch, getcha own
I ain't come here alone
Leave that fuck shit at home

[Verse 1]
Military green head to toe
Laced up boots GI Joe
That's my sauce getcha own
Keep my name out your throat
Get off me, get off me, ay
Can't ride my tsunami wave
I'm in London getting funds
Pound for pound champion
Get your head out the sewer
Always talking that manure
Count me out, are you sure?
I'mma cash counting connoisseur
Took your broad, make her knees buckle
Hit it hard til she call me \"uncle\"
Fuck I look like hanging in your huddle?
That's a fishing pole at a fuckin puddle
Feel like Gilbert with a triple double
Wizard with it, you's a fucking muggle
Yellow gold dripping off my knuckles
Me and money make a cute couple
[Hook]
This my cup, getcha own
That's my bitch, getcha own
I ain't come here alone
Leave that fuck shit at home
This my cup, getcha own
That's my bitch, getcha own
I ain't come here alone
Leave that fuck shit at home

[Verse 2]
Leave a message at the tone
I won't get back til I get home
Keep them bottles full of rum
Watch how the gyal dem just ah run
Turnt up the telly on a monday
We got the model bitches in the hallway like a runway
Don't ask me for no powder bitch what type of shit you on?
My chain is fuckin swingin like a lunchlady arm
Look at that, look at that, look at that, look at that watch how the young boy stunt
Pushing that, pushing that, pushing that, pushing that Tesla, trunk in the front
Get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, go hardbody for your set
Megatron, megatron, megatron, megatron, turn that benz to a jets

[Hook]
This my cup, getcha own
That's my bitch, getcha own
I ain't come here alone
Leave that fuck shit at home
This my cup, getcha own
That's my bitch, getcha own
I ain't come here alone
Leave that fuck shit at home

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