Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God I Got It

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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
God I give her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her ho-ope

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Thank God I got it, thank God yeah I got it
God yeah a nigga ain't plottin'
And Lil Yachty, yeah nigga broccoli
I be gettin' it not
Young getting money, no option
me and hit a nigga a choppin'
Ocean, more shit 'for I pour my ghost
Oh shit, more champagne I'm pourin' more
is fab when I'm driven focus
Niggas talk but I creep the low
Bag a million hit 'em with the oh
Hit him with the oh
Pull back the fo-fifth
Forfeit make a nigga
Everybody come up in the shit
I feel I got it, nigga's tourin' and the niggas, 'bout it'
I get and a nigga no option
tourin' and the niggas start mobbin'
I feel I got it, I be in the Benz with the Robbie
Bugatti to McLaren, [?]
I feel I got it, hundred Xans get the lick over
Percosets give me sex and the
trans and the trans the watching
I I got it, I can see just believe it inside me
I can see in Rodney
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God I got it
God I got it
God I get how I go
God I got it
Thank God got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I her her hopes too
God I got it
God I got it
Thank God I give her her

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Yeh I get it
I know about wifey
Bad bitch right me
I get high when I'm
We get high in space ship all night lay with me driving
she wrong Imma right it
I it up like I'm Tyson
I beat it up I'm Michael
I make a Miss Jackson
We riding fast in that
The life not crashin'
me to yourself
'fore a swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I it whip it like a chopper keep blasting it
Chop booty, dancing it
Dance club keep it
right, live fast in here
Everybody start to diggin'
hard, I'm a champion
Ball hard til the done
Live 'til the day is done
Ball hard with my one

Yeah

I am a

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Gettin' top
Oh yeah call me
Hell they stop me, no way
I get the money, get it I flip it now the City know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't the hits go away
I get the
I get a flow to it
I get that shit, real shit
Talking oh yea
I get that dope cat, cats
Talking old way
Remember them old
Lock out door-way

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'member the days we used to keep the covers on the floor way
Rain dance, dancing
boy, play dazing
I can be raw let you ride
I'm slowly dying
Keeping thoughts inside me
Keeping your inside me
Only about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping thoughts beside me
Keeping your behind me
we ball, we riding
Baby, I'm slowly
your thoughts inside me
Keeping your inside me
Only think about it, we do we all in private
your thoughts inside me
Keeping your behind me

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Yeah, them old ways
Lock out door-way
Gettin' top
Oh call me papi
Hell yea stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the know it
Everybody talkin' shit can't the hits go away
I get the
I get a flow
I get that real shit, real
like oh yea
I get that dope cat, cats
like old way
Remember them old
Lock out door-way