Trina feat. Rick Ross I Gotta Lyrics

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Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..

I got a, fat ***** for a **********
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller *****
I got a, gay friend you can call her *****

I got a, **** game with a mean hustle
I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia *****
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters *****

I got a, couple girls who gon' come ****
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes

I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)

I gots, no love for a punk *****
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck ****
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that *** baby

I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'

I gotta, **** 'em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than ****in her own man
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled

I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)

I got a, couple cars, while most hoes starve
You gotta give it to the ***** who wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve

I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds

I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my ***** ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade

I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
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I got an, AK for a ***** *****
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems *****
I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him *****

I gotta, show my ***** love
Cause he my ***** what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a ****

I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out

I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)

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