You Got Mail Lyrics

Mhmm you got mail, you got mail

You got mail, you got mail

Mhmm gimme that

Mmmmm gimme that yeah, yeah, yeah

Gimme that mmmmm gimme that, yeah

I done told niggas when they see me out

Don't be actin brand new and shit

Now I done told women

If I step to ya im ten toes in this bitch

She think I'm cheating

(Why?)

Cause it's plenty more for me to hit

(I'm high)

I fye my reefer

Kick up both my legs and let her bitch

Re-up, buss it off the brick

China bus and take a trip

We don't smuggle cigeratte

Shit get ugly extra clip

Niggas pussy, jumpin ship

We at magic, get the shrimp

We gone go to the extent

Do this shit with the intent

Mhmm you got mail, you got mail

You got mail, you got mail

Mhmm gimme that

Mmmmm gimme that yeah, yeah, yeah

Gimme that mmmmm gimme that, yeah

I'm not wit da run around

Look at me baby I'm well endowed

Walk through the flame throwin money up

Look at me changing weather now

What you giving up, this ain't lent

Really don't make no sense now

How I'm goin dumb in this bitch

Might end up runnin this bitch

Aint cracking no 'fos, we dry out the load

I lead the league in assist

No need to oppose

The head was proposed

Not really feelin this bitch

Look at the stats, legit

I gotta a check to get

Already mossed the shit

Already mossed ya bitch

Mhmm you got mail, you got mail

You got mail, you got mail

Mhmm gimme that

Mmmmm gimme that yeah, yeah, yeah

Gimme that mmmmm gimme that, yeah