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Got Gin - Gin in the Booth Lyrics



Got Gin - Gin in the Booth Lyrics
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I just cop timbs from rocko
Looking Like Johnny no dango
Eat me up baby keep mangoes
Ed edd and Eddie no fredo
I'm back at the bank and I'm banging a bag
I Solo the tank ain't no T-shirt no tags
I Cop me a foreign to fade off the feds
Stay jiggy I'm jugging I skeet on yo jag
My bitch know she bad, she toot up that ass
I'm dripping hot sauce don't eat plates till I pass
The money is money no greener the grass
You say you chase paper then where is yo bag
I came from the trenches I follow a code
I die bout respect any nigga get bold
I spent about forty keep hundreds in folds
Say run that by poopie that pack'll get sold
Hoe say she a stallion I'm begging to differ
She gave me some top and my dick ain't get stiffer
I flew out the ville yea I'm chilling in Memphis
I hit up my nigga say G where them bitches
From Memphis to chi I call key bout that business
My niggas don't talk they keep thirty extensions
I Run up a muck now I'm all in yo mentions
My social net worth don't reflect on my ceilings
Say KB I'm back in the city let's work
Touch water get money in music I'm lurking
My baby been asking she looking for birkins
I need me a milli call Tory no Burch
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I just cop timbs from rocko
Looking Like Johnny no dango
Eat me up baby keep mangoes
Ed edd and Eddie no fredo
I'm back at the bank and I'm banging a bag
I Solo the tank ain't no T-shirt no tags
I Cop me a foreign to fade off the feds
Stay jiggy I'm jugging I skeet on yo jag
My bitch know she bad, she toot up that ass
I'm dripping hot sauce don't eat plates till I pass
The money is money no greener the grass
You say you chase paper then where is yo bag
I came from the trenches I follow a code
I die bout respect any nigga get bold
I spent about forty keep hundreds in folds
Say run that by poopie that pack'll get sold
Hoe say she a stallion I'm begging to differ
She gave me some top and my dick ain't get stiffer
I flew out the ville yea I'm chilling in Memphis
I hit up my nigga say G where them bitches
From Memphis to chi I call key bout that business
My niggas don't talk they keep thirty extensions
I Run up a muck now I'm all in yo mentions
My social net worth don't reflect on my ceilings
Say KB I'm back in the city let's work
Touch water get money in music I'm lurking
My baby been asking she looking for birkins
I need me a milli call Tory no Burch
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Writer: Jerrell thornton
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Performed By: Got Gin
Language: English
Length: 1:24
Written by: Jerrell thornton
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