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Had to Get It Video (MV)




Performed By: SoPlayaMallo
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Jamal Brooks




SoPlayaMallo - Had to Get It Lyrics
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Uh, Huh, Ugh, Ugh
Look, Soplaya niggas No new niggas
Only 2 can ride, ain't riding 5 in no coupe nigga
When you getting money bitches come out the blue nigga
Cuz like why all the bad hoes wanna ride home with You nigga?
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
F*ck I look like giving up when today I could win nigga
If they ain't for the cause then they can't be ya real niggas
All white forces, cocaine like a brick nigga
Nigga f*ck a bitch, better stay on yo shit nigga
Still trying to figure out who your bitch is
Eat it up now baby do the dishes
We getting money over here give a f*ck how you feel nigga
Been had a check ain't gotta wait on no will nigga
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
All distractions is subtractions when it come to getting this paper
F*ck a hater, nigga better go do something safer
On a paper route, big bank rolls in my bank account
Making big deposits, no time soon Uma take em out
I tried to ask GOD for forgiveness
All these hoes tryna have my children
If they do the same thing to you, Soplaya can teach you a thing or two
Stay focus on your money cause this shit unexplainable
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
F*ck it up, F*ck it uppp
F*ck it up, F*ck it uppp
Now we publicly known
I ain't answering my phone
Thanks for loving me wrong onn
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Uh, Huh, Ugh, Ugh
Look, Soplaya niggas No new niggas
Only 2 can ride, ain't riding 5 in no coupe nigga
When you getting money bitches come out the blue nigga
Cuz like why all the bad hoes wanna ride home with You nigga?
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
F*ck I look like giving up when today I could win nigga
If they ain't for the cause then they can't be ya real niggas
All white forces, cocaine like a brick nigga
Nigga f*ck a bitch, better stay on yo shit nigga
Still trying to figure out who your bitch is
Eat it up now baby do the dishes
We getting money over here give a f*ck how you feel nigga
Been had a check ain't gotta wait on no will nigga
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
All distractions is subtractions when it come to getting this paper
F*ck a hater, nigga better go do something safer
On a paper route, big bank rolls in my bank account
Making big deposits, no time soon Uma take em out
I tried to ask GOD for forgiveness
All these hoes tryna have my children
If they do the same thing to you, Soplaya can teach you a thing or two
Stay focus on your money cause this shit unexplainable
Eat it up baby its a picnic
Don't call my phone asking where your bitch is
Damn I ran it up with the quickness
Slow down baby for we get a ticket
Loyal to the game Big commitment
Thank GOD that we made it out them trenches
Made out the mud, rags to riches
Stayed down cause a nigga had to get it
F*ck it up, F*ck it uppp
F*ck it up, F*ck it uppp
Now we publicly known
I ain't answering my phone
Thanks for loving me wrong onn
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Writer: Jamal Brooks
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