Lyrics:
Slatt wipe your nose, wipe your nose gang
Wipe your nose gang, wipe your nose gang
And Lil Gotit in this bitch with it slatt
Hot Gotti, hot Gotti
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
Lucille: Gotti
Gotti: That's where this nigga
Wants you to go?
Lucille: No, I wasn't even tryna go
Gotti: Yo, when I find this nigga, man
Lucille: Gotti
Gotti still C.E.O
It's block burnin' with yo bro but they don't feel me tho
I represent the M Project Pat and Fly and them
And all the pioneers that put
's that shit I be talkin' 'bout
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if
a booth
y'all ain't talking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my life like
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm
Only if a nigga knew like (yo)
It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
SHHHH!!! ) Hablame nicely
o te montamos toa la movie como spike lee
tumbarme ami ? ( yeah NO ! )
Thats unlikely,
yo siempre estoy backstage como maiky
said he a killer we knew that he wasnt
I get niggas whacked by a push of a button
Of course im the hottest that aint no discussion
You see this 45 who
shorty he think it's beef
I heard Gotti laughed on the phone they can't compete
I couldn't put a bitch on this earth before my niece
Found a new connect
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
That's what I want you to do
So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew'
You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
You niggas payin what
(Intro)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Gotti go
That's all I know
It started out
In a small project, where i was turning it out
Credit for Grip
He never tripped, he kept it real
Had
guy,
I'm loving your style
Give me that vibe
I beg make I no die
This love na one chance
Crazy romance
Make we hold hands
Come on Make we slow
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy,
(Come on and get up, oh, party, yeah)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
SO GOOD!)
I got the finest thang,
That thang to make me feel good tonight, ohh so good tonight.
Got my girls with me, we goin' tear down this
Nina called the big dog, I had to breathe smoke
But Yo Gotti and Big Scoob and this ain't 'bout dope?
Bass Ackwards
These niggas ass backwards
She let
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