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You Got Em (Explicit) - Lil Durk
Composed by：Durk Banks
Hol' up hol' up
Marni bucket with the jacket to match
Askin' ******* where the chemistry at
See you trippin' when they visitin' max
Takin' guns we ain't givin' it back
You ain't ******* no fraternity bag
I done told ******* this ain't a finesse
Bro you a killer then say it with your chest
Bro get to clutchin' he trippin' off X
***** you ain't nothin' ain't trippin' for sex
I was so deep and I came in her chest
Back to back sex you know honey the best
I can not ever wear Cardi's again
Count up a million my hands was swole
Why you so cocky
Your friends is h*es
You got a Porsche we ain't playin' with those
***** I'm the reason the trenches home
Shoot me a text ain't answer the phone
The two-hundred minutes ain't lastin' long
Hop in a group with the trenches phone
I'm tryna see what the trenches on
Got him a car again
I told him to spin and spin and spin again
That was an accident
You need your lashes here ***** get in
I done move fast again
I done brought the car all cash I need tints
He hit the perculator for the Percocets
These n***as ain't my friends
Hold up them d**gs you got 'em
Hold up them d**gs hold up
Like hold up them d**gs you got 'em
Yeah
He off a muscle relaxin'
He know the customers got 'em serve him woah
He like a certain reaction
Why he be takin' them capsules
I'm like woah
I get a certain reaction
I'm keepin' the murderers happy I'm like woah
She know her a*s is fatter
She know how that surgery got her I'm like woah
P***y stinkin'
She tryna blame her PH balance I'm like no
Two things ain't ever seen is one main hoppin' h*es one go
I'm a dog gotta shake the paw I'll **** your friend she won't know
Why you be tellin' the business
But since you gon' tell the tellin' you be off the cope
Plan B she be eatin' pills I done tricked her
To takin' ain't ******** no more
Brodie cup got lean still if I take a pill I'm drivin' the boat
I was never into abusin' women when I **** from the back
I be grabbin' her throat
Never believe what the blogs be talkin' about you know we ain't duckin' the smoke
Brodie a gremlin he popped him a fake Percocet his face hurt
I'm in Miami you think I'm the fake Durk get hit in your face first
I mix the purple and yellow together I feel way better a Laker
I can't chase her nah I can't chase her