Alkebulan - 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

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