I Got This Lyrics – Red Cafe

I Got This Lyrics by Red Cafe

Hah?
I got a bad habit
Every night I gotta touch another bad chick
But I ain’t selfish

I pass it
I’m the top gun
I’m Maverick
Sip champagne out the World Cup

Clique in front of the club, I’m feelin’a swerve up
I’m feelin’a ball out
I brought my dogs out
What u drinkin’ on mama we bought it all out

Yeah!
Now it’s on
I’m in the zone
I got my kush barked up I’m gettin blown

That redberry got me sauced up
Dem other n#gg#s spendin shorts tell ’em boss up
Come fly wit me
I’m livin in the sky

I got it wraped up
A ribbon in the sky
And Ciara if you really wan’ ride
Then you should saddle up and we can f#ckin go live

E’ry day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the muh f#ckin best do
I got this (i got this)

I got this (i got this)
Believe dat
What else? (x2)
Verse 2 – Lore’l

I finish in the lead
f#ck’em make em leave (yeah)
Trophy wife ??? in the lead
A dog in Dior

Inportin my decor
Get off on important calls ??????
More men and money
Is all a b#tch fathom

Unless he on the Forbes list I ain’t lookin at him
Tounge kiss the madam (mwa)
Curtsy and crumpets
Toot your horn (that’s right)

I can blow a trumpet
My Louis arm strong I got a lotta bag
I jump in the coupe bent (vroom)
Hit the gas

sh#t on I get on and make ’em kiss my #ss
Tongue out pantyless
Feel the drag
Cam Newton

Play ’em then I pass
Catch me on a hill
Laurie Conrad (yeah)
??? skybox know folks in high places

With Trey Songz makin’ love to his faces (uh)
E’ry day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the muh f#ckin best do

I got this (i got this)
I got this (i got this)
Believe dat
What else? (x2)

Verse 3 – Corey Gunz
Young money
Tih! dese n#gg#s lame Red (yeah)
Dey needa quit da b#llsh#t the game dead

Corey Gunz er’ry were dey hear my name said (right)
n#gg#s change. don’t blame me
Blame bread (yup)
I said

There’s somethin fishy ’bout deze greens Red (huh?)
You keep comin home from servin the same feds (woah!)
Nah
I’m iight on dat (look)

You pop a rat dey givin you double life for dat
I got dat Tech Uzi revolvin rilfled rat-
Young money militia n#gg# get with it or get left
I’m on a flight ?pissy? (huh?)

Like my buildin steps (yeah)
I burn it down my album come with a weldin set-
Trip and get your whip melted
p#ss# playa get wet

Yet
I could say a line bout my wrist but pardon my french i need a whole rhyme for my sh#t
Try an’ time out my sh#t target I hit
I’m starvin’a spit

E’ry day I win (win)
I can never lose (lose)
I just do it how the muh f#ckin best do
I got this (i got this)

I got this (i got this)
Believe dat
What else? (x2)
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Red Cafe Lyrics – I Got This

Red Cafe

I Got This