I Gotcha lyrics
1st Verse
They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they can't they accented like the UK Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray Fragrantly fragrant and they can't escape me My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone It's a little to strong for u to be putting on Trust me I say this justly I went from musty to musky and yall can't mush me I warn yall cornballs I hush puppies The swans in the pond call my duck ugly But now they hug me because it's lovely They love the aroma of a roamer of the world Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right 2nd Verse And I'm from Chi-Town that's where I flies round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang a lot of that done died down Children of the hat tiltin' keepin hope alive now All with no high I do It so fly Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow tie I love my city really hope that God bless it Have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges Welcome all of yall to my dark recesses This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges My Ivories And My Doves My Levers and my Zests It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness The belly of the beast you know I'm from it I wrap it in a towel here go my pal in the stomach And I be on my green like Irish Spring and I Coast Fudge wit It and get a mouth full of soap Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either They pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right 3rd Verse And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off Is from Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss You feel it in the air, it's such a fine force But you don't hear me though, just like a mimes thoughts That's 'cause I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour a I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura I take it easy on my watch I'm watchin TV Am I clean as my her-re-shy's, see the hare is trying to beat me I continue to do Lu's pace They say him got two heads and four eyes just like screwface But see my secret's safe it's in my secret safe That's in my secret room on my secret base So from the runner of the FNF crew Come in hip hop we've come to resurrect You You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You Hook You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness, well I got cha I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya Either they Pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real sh**, hey I got cha You see ma people here, you know we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
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