Lyrics:
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
out to Sac Town
You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
tank on your forehead
Everywhere we go they say "DAMN"
Them gangstas they be fucking up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
He got that
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
Everywhere you go
And everything you do
Makes it feel
it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta
for no nigga, now that's yo ass nigga
It's war, so I suggest you call on your troops
Army fatigues ain't shit, cuz y'all don't shoot
I'm a Rap-A-Lot
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin ?bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin ?bout right here gotti
This what I needed, nigga
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppingtags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
Crossin my niggas is not recommended,
Tempted to put you in a life long body cast
You best guard yo shit when the shotty blast
More straps than John Gotti
fwm on telegram
My enemies be soft bitch I’ll crush you like a soda can
Fam First General Gotti First in Command
All my Souljas at one table like da
the HolyGhost will protect me indeed
A worldwide checkmate I call that gangsta faith
Gangsta faith that right I'm sent to tell the world gangsta faith I pray
and you Cardi (You Cardi)
I'm Martin you Mike Lowery (Mike Lowery)
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all
try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nickies
I'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it
It's the Don Gotti Jr. slash
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppin tags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
panties down
Yo check it, yo step with, you puppet muppet nitwit
Energizing like forty volts, I'm shocking to your anal
With my goggles paisano,
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
to your waist
and shells get to droppin
you better duck, and get up poppin
Don't get left with the cops
Gangsta, yeah, put that work in
Put a nigga dick in
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
Chorus X2
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
motherfuckers want to do?
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y`all motherfuckers want to do?
(You don`t want it no more!)
Every day we keep
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
you like this Kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
that run, the mo' Imma ride
Cause since Poppa died, I was starin' eye to eye
With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize
I was young & blind cutting
Yah
Come an hang round with some gangstas
Come an hang round with some gangstas
You gon stop hanging round with them wankstas
Them boys a joke they
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