Argentina Lil Gotit
"Argentina" by Lil Gotit, released in 2020, is a hip-hop track that showcases themes of wealth, success, and street life. The lyrics reflect his rise from humble beginnings to fame, emphasizing resilience and ambition. The song features catchy beats and melodic flows, resonating with fans and contributing to the Atlanta rap scene's vibrancy. #HipHop
[Chorus]
Argentina clips, Argentina whips, whippity-whip-whip
Argentina bitches, Argentina vibes, yuppity-yup-yup, yup-yup
Hoppin' out that Range shit with big racks, tell 'em to level up
Shooters quick to blow a nigga brain quick, play with me, yeah, nigga, back it up
London on da Track, yeah, yeah, we'll spend our cash, bitch (London on da Track)
Got them racks in (Racks), there is no more asking (Racks, racks, racks)
That ho, she tatted my name, yeah, I'm not askin' (Slatt)
Young crew not lackin', yeah, on that slime shit (Hood baby, three or four, woo, woo)
[Verse]
AMG geeked up, go zoom
Send his soul up to the atmosphere, yeah, balloon
Can't crack this YSL code, go'n on
Monkey bullets in the TEC, yeah, blow his dome
Bitch, I ain't spoilin' you, ho (Slatt)
Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no (Hood baby)
Yeah, ain't cuffin' hoes, niggas gon' act cordial (Bitch)
Fuck her once, she show her boss, nigga gon' record you
This money's the reason why my nose up (This money)
Dasani, yeah, my neck, it got jeweled up (Got Dasani)
Rose gold, yeah, scrunchies, the only thing hold my hair up (Woo)
Walked in a zombie (Let's go), I'm geekin', yeah, I'm Xanned up (Xan)
We pullin' up with the sticks, nigga, ain't talkin' 'bout no saunas
Get my Perkies from trenches, yeah, givin' out smoke, that cancer
Argentina clips, Argentina whips, whippity-whip-whip
Argentina bitches, Argentina vibes, yuppity-yup-yup, yup-yup
Hoppin' out that Range shit with big racks, tell 'em to level up
Shooters quick to blow a nigga brain quick, play with me, yeah, nigga, back it up
London on da Track, yeah, yeah, we'll spend our cash, bitch (London on da Track)
Got them racks in (Racks), there is no more asking (Racks, racks, racks)
That ho, she tatted my name, yeah, I'm not askin' (Slatt)
Young crew not lackin', yeah, on that slime shit (Hood baby, three or four, woo, woo)
[Verse]
AMG geeked up, go zoom
Send his soul up to the atmosphere, yeah, balloon
Can't crack this YSL code, go'n on
Monkey bullets in the TEC, yeah, blow his dome
Bitch, I ain't spoilin' you, ho (Slatt)
Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no (Hood baby)
Yeah, ain't cuffin' hoes, niggas gon' act cordial (Bitch)
Fuck her once, she show her boss, nigga gon' record you
This money's the reason why my nose up (This money)
Dasani, yeah, my neck, it got jeweled up (Got Dasani)
Rose gold, yeah, scrunchies, the only thing hold my hair up (Woo)
Walked in a zombie (Let's go), I'm geekin', yeah, I'm Xanned up (Xan)
We pullin' up with the sticks, nigga, ain't talkin' 'bout no saunas
Get my Perkies from trenches, yeah, givin' out smoke, that cancer
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