Lyrics:
Bet you thought
Killah Dame
Bet you thought
The Track Blazers
AND WE DO THIS S***
Bet you thought wrong
Bet you thought wrong
Bet You Thought
Bet you
dollas,
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint,
I bet wit Yo Gotti,
He hit five straight points,
We ova' here hustlin',
We ova here grindin',
(Wet-wet) Jeffery, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do that)
(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop
(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop
(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what I'm talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop
we can't be touched
So why'all motherfuckahs better ante up
Cause everything we drop, is platinum plus (yo, whattup!!)
Show me, You're an O.G.
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
Ying Yang, Collipark
Get back, get back
Ladies
Jack it up
Do you like what you see?
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see?
What you
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
latest inventions
I be right up under they nose, they ain't payn attention
Power of the solar, feel the vibrations, we communicate in sonar
You can't even
And I can't cap
(He can't cap)
Aye, J you got that blunt? (Hahahaha)
(Yes, we do consume each others blood on occasion for ritual purposes)
Aye don't
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
on the cut
We done run through the v
Turned yo girl to a slut
We done do it big shiggy quick Bitches dressing up
Showing out for the freaks
Now her jaw
Nigga ain't no hoes here
I'm about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer
We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy)
Don't you ever
Nigga ain't no hoes here
I'm about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer
We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy)
Don't you ever
dollas,
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint,
I bet wit Yo Gotti,
He hit five straight points,
We ova' here hustlin',
We ova here grindin',
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so
[Jay-Z:]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music
needa
Get rid of this nigga
Man this nigga fuckin' pooh! You
Know just how we do
That's why y'all can't win and
That's really comin' from Snupe
See this
proved
That we make a crew that's gruesome
If you truly knew what it took to
Do da do you would poop some
Haha
I see the Bartians invading
All of a sudden
the head police now what
I tell you life is too short for it to be like that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack
With all them fiends in
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