Blxst, DOM KENNEDY - Got It All lyrics
Blxst [Matthew Dean Burdette] LA. CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Blxst, DOM KENNEDY - Got It All lyrics]
One look at you and my heart knew
You were the one for me
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin'
You the type that make me boss up
I've been coolin' but you movin'
With some hot stuff i just blow it
It don't matter what it cost us
Baby bring it to the table like a potluck
Yeah and they be tellin' me it's not love
But they don't know who they speakin' on
It's not us (yeah)
You can't tell me what you got is not drugs
'Cause I'm addicted
Can you come and let me cope up? yeah
And girl you got me locked up
They won't let me out (Nah)
Dealin' with these bitches
They just stress me out (yeah)
You the one I want to come and bless me now
Uh right now like, right now like
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they
Can knock it off (yeah, ayy)
Don't talk just pay attention (yeah)
Even good girls gotta pay commission (Sheesh)
Word on the street is that you got it all
I wanna press every button 'til you turn bad
Joint in my mouth for the look, baby (yeah)
I'm the type you read about in the newspaper
I'm the type to take you out
In the new Mercedes (In the new Mercedes)
Windows down, music loud
I was born to make it (Uh)
I slide right in, if her sheets is satin
Talk still cheap, I'm about those actions
Real satisfaction, true thug passion
She look good in high heels, open toes
Air Maxes i'm out
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all (yeah)
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they
Can knock it off
Oh, yeah uh
Haha, yeah got it all
She got it all that nigga Blxst
Dom Kennedy still gettin' fly
You were the one for me
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin'
You the type that make me boss up
I've been coolin' but you movin'
With some hot stuff i just blow it
It don't matter what it cost us
Baby bring it to the table like a potluck
Yeah and they be tellin' me it's not love
But they don't know who they speakin' on
It's not us (yeah)
You can't tell me what you got is not drugs
'Cause I'm addicted
Can you come and let me cope up? yeah
And girl you got me locked up
They won't let me out (Nah)
Dealin' with these bitches
They just stress me out (yeah)
You the one I want to come and bless me now
Uh right now like, right now like
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they
Can knock it off (yeah, ayy)
Don't talk just pay attention (yeah)
Even good girls gotta pay commission (Sheesh)
Word on the street is that you got it all
I wanna press every button 'til you turn bad
Joint in my mouth for the look, baby (yeah)
I'm the type you read about in the newspaper
I'm the type to take you out
In the new Mercedes (In the new Mercedes)
Windows down, music loud
I was born to make it (Uh)
I slide right in, if her sheets is satin
Talk still cheap, I'm about those actions
Real satisfaction, true thug passion
She look good in high heels, open toes
Air Maxes i'm out
Not the type of nigga to brag
My lady got it all (yeah)
Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off
(Sheesh)
Plus she bad and bougie to top it off
Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off
Not the type of nigga to brag
Lil' baby got it all, yeah
Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey
(On God)
Only right I chop it, the top is off
So tell whoever trippin' they
Can knock it off
Oh, yeah uh
Haha, yeah got it all
She got it all that nigga Blxst
Dom Kennedy still gettin' fly