You Got Em Lyrics by Lil Durk is a New English song from the album “Almost Healed” sung by popular rapper Lil Durk. Lyrics of this song are written by Lil Durk and music produced by T99.
You Got Em Song Details
Singer : Lil Durk
Album : Almost Healed
Lyrics : Lil Durk, T99
Music : ryderoncrack, T99
Label : Alamo Records
You Got Em Lyrics
(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ)
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Marni bucket with the jacket to match
Askin’ b*tches “Where the chemistry at?”
C.O. trippin’ when they visitin’ max
Takin’ guns, we ain’t givin’ it back
You ain’t f**kin’, no, return the gift back
I done told b*tches, this ain’t a finesse
Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest
Bro get to clutchin’, he trippin’ off X
B*tch, you ain’t nothin’, ain’t trippin’ for s*x
I was so deep and I came on her chest
Back-to-back s*x, you know honey the best
I can not ever wear Carti’s again
Count up a million, my hands was swole
Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes
You got a Porsche, we ain’t playin’ with those
B*tch, I’m the reason the trеnches home
Shoot me a tеxt, ain’t answer the phone
The two-hundred minutes ain’t lastin’ long
Hop in a group with the trenches phone
I’m tryna see what the trenches on
Got him a car again
I told him to spin and spin and spin again
That was an accident
You need your lash esthetician b*tch to get in
I done move fast again
I done brought the car all cash, I need tints
He hit the perculator for the Percocets
These ni***s ain’t my friends
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, hold up
Like, hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, hold up
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em (Yeah)
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em (Yeah)
He off a muscle, relaxin’
He know the customers got ’em, serve him, woah
He like a certain reaction
Why he be takin’ them capsules? I’m like “Woah”
I get a certain reaction
I’m keepin’ the murderers happy, I’m like “Woah”
She know her a** is fatter
She know how that surgery got her, I’m like “Woah”
P***y stinkin’, she tryna blame her PH balance, I’m like “No”
Two things ain’t ever seen is one main hoppin’ hoes, one go
I’m a dog, gotta shake the paw
I’ll f**k your friend, she won’t know
Why you be tellin’ the business?
But since you gon’ tell, just tell ’em you be off the coke
Plan B, she be eatin’ pills, I done tricked her to takin’, ain’t f**kin’ no more
Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I’m drivin’ the boat
I was never into abusin’ women, when I f**k from the back, I be grabbin’ her throat
Never believe what the blogs be talkin’ about, you know we ain’t duckin’ the smoke
Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt
I’m in Miami, you think I’m the fake Durk, get hit in your face first
I mix the purple and yellow together
I feel way better, a Laker
I can’t chase her, nah, I can’t chase her
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, hold up
Like, hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em
Hold up, them dr*gs, hold up
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em (Yeah)
Hold up, them dr*gs, you got ’em (Yeah)