J. R'mani - Gimme

Ooh I think she likes me...
Yup...
She dig me like gold nigga...
I guess all my hoes
You could call them gold diggers...
No eskimo
But I’m dripping from head to toe nigga...
You might catch a contact
From my contacts
Dip and roll nigga...
Flip...
Looking for a chick...
Casting couch, no script...
Can’t resist...
If she super thick...
Ride like dicks
Nasa trips nigga...
It’s this slick nigga...
Make your girl lips quiver...
El negro cupid
Shoot arrows all on her tit liver...
Problems
I be from the islands...
She play with my rod
And then oops
Call me Poseidon...
Tell me how I be wilding
Cuz I smirk and I smile when...
I be all up in her gut
Tear it up like a goblin...
Got her saying...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Can't... You... See... I'm... Killing...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Mhmm...
Now I don't talk bout shit
That I don't care for...
Hoe if you ain't here to fuck
Then what the fuck you here for...
I'm just a faithful money lover
Put nothing above her...
Try to touch her
Lethal weapons hit you
Like you Mel and Glover...
We rebel dangerous
Gangsters wanna bang with us
Bitches wanna hang with us
Slang with us, rap wu-tang with us...
Goddamn it...
I'm awesome
Had emotions then I lost em
My ex slip up and that cost em
Pockets green like I'm from Boston...
Still that arrogant nigga from southside...
You can bet I'm...
Only fuckin with baddies
Type like Aaliyah and Left-Eye...
Yeah man to death
I...
Rebel rep
Beat my chest high...
Did it for my island niggas
Dreadie...
Yes I...
Still got my haters in they feelings
Looking pressed...
I...
Contest I...
Still ain't see no competition
As I'm shooting off my pistons
My ambitions to be the best that ever lived
With no regress...
Yelling...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Can't... You... See... I'm... Killing...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Look at me now...
Gimme whatcha got
Hoping it's a lot...
Baby please don't
Please don't miss, Don't stop
Curry with the shot...
I can, I can, I can reach the top
We can scheme and plot...
Do it, done it, did it for the gwop
Got a price or not...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme Gimme...
Gimme what you got...
Gimme what you got...
Got...

Written by:
Everton Hudson

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