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Gotta Be Video (MV)




Performed By: Fadah
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Malik Brown




Fadah - Gotta Be Lyrics
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Yeah
It's Fadah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm charging for juice like a battery phone
My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall
They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"
I cannot relate
They told me to get to the money it's waiting
I cannot be late
Yeah
I check her ID ain't no way that she grown
I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known
She tell me that pussy is here for the take
It gotta be bait
Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake
It gotta be
I know my enemies proud of me
I'm not around and they chatting me
These niggas sweeter than calories
Cant get no sugar up out of me
I just doubled up dip on my salary
Them my brothers umbrella academy
Keep an eye who you wanna call ya team
Niggas tough until they looking at subpoenas
Virtual in my reality
Hit record sit my phone on the vanity
She ain't stopping till she pull it outa me
Till I swell up her throat like a allergy
Shooter, I study formality
Hit the gun range and work on my strategy
Take a paper and pack to capacity
Take a trip and end up where I'd rather be
Niggas wait till you dead and then dedicate
If I diss him it's short for disintegrate
Met a cutie at yoga we meditate
See if she finna go she said namaste
I ain't cooking just yet this a marinate
I ain't teaching the game but I educate
I ain't blacking I'm seeing red anyway
I ain't scratching I'm setting the record straight
Left his crib and he woke up at heavens gate
Left his gun and he facing mortality
Heard that boy was a predator anyway
I ain't tripping he at where he ought to be
I ain't tripping I post it beside of me
Ain't shit don't come to me naturally
Ain't shit about you reality
Ain't shit about me normality
Nigga
I'm charging for juice for juice like a battery phone
My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall
They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"
I cannot relate
They told me to get the money it's waiting
I cannot be late
I check her ID ain't no way that she grown
I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known
She tell me that pussy is here for the take
It gotta be bait
Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake
It gotta be
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English

Yeah
It's Fadah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm charging for juice like a battery phone
My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall
They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"
I cannot relate
They told me to get to the money it's waiting
I cannot be late
Yeah
I check her ID ain't no way that she grown
I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known
She tell me that pussy is here for the take
It gotta be bait
Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake
It gotta be
I know my enemies proud of me
I'm not around and they chatting me
These niggas sweeter than calories
Cant get no sugar up out of me
I just doubled up dip on my salary
Them my brothers umbrella academy
Keep an eye who you wanna call ya team
Niggas tough until they looking at subpoenas
Virtual in my reality
Hit record sit my phone on the vanity
She ain't stopping till she pull it outa me
Till I swell up her throat like a allergy
Shooter, I study formality
Hit the gun range and work on my strategy
Take a paper and pack to capacity
Take a trip and end up where I'd rather be
Niggas wait till you dead and then dedicate
If I diss him it's short for disintegrate
Met a cutie at yoga we meditate
See if she finna go she said namaste
I ain't cooking just yet this a marinate
I ain't teaching the game but I educate
I ain't blacking I'm seeing red anyway
I ain't scratching I'm setting the record straight
Left his crib and he woke up at heavens gate
Left his gun and he facing mortality
Heard that boy was a predator anyway
I ain't tripping he at where he ought to be
I ain't tripping I post it beside of me
Ain't shit don't come to me naturally
Ain't shit about you reality
Ain't shit about me normality
Nigga
I'm charging for juice for juice like a battery phone
My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall
They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"
I cannot relate
They told me to get the money it's waiting
I cannot be late
I check her ID ain't no way that she grown
I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known
She tell me that pussy is here for the take
It gotta be bait
Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake
It gotta be
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Writer: Malik Brown
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