Lyrics:
on
Lead the boys on yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats chillin
Look
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
ähnlich wie Karate (haya)
Ich bin in der Trap
(Trap) , so wie Yo Gotti (Gotti)
We don't need to talk if
It ain't about the money (at all)
Ey, pull' up in
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
"Wet Floor" sign slip
In the 305, I'm posted with my soldiers
You want smoke? I got smoke, boy, it's over
That's yo' bitch? She said she did not know ya'
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo
All my ladies up! All my fellas up!
Rudebwoy
Yo yo yo yo, get up
[Chorus]
Just cause I'm
in my hood, slangin' that white
Shirt on right, no ? on sight
Hundred I shoot, hundred I hit,
Five hundred ? nigga this my life
Yo Gotti don't shit
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
about me better ask somebody
Yo girl talk about me
I was Bumping Yo Gotti listing
To my Dre Beats
In the kitchen bagging air with a
Girl from down
we ain't lazy, boy, we bout to get busy
Said, foreign money, Gotti, I run the city even when I'm not in the city
I'ma tell you one more time, boy, you
[Proof]
Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz, Dirty and all
What down Charlie?
How you doing? Good, hey what up Joe?
I'm just chilling, know what I'm saying chilling, ain't nothing, yo
I said nah man, there's
know I don't play
Yo, 21
(21)
take it away
All of my money blue, wow
Let me tell you something you already know now, (21)
B4L, I'm steppin'
Gold grill
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
Yeah, yeah
Shout out Yo Gotti on this one
I'm just standing in the kitchen
Over the stove just water whippin'
Mixing soda with the yola (Yeah)
Bet I
the x is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets I
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
the student
Put you in detention
I got the camic you my chef
And put you in the kitchen
Now you dirty dancing boarding
Wippin washing dishes
I took yo main
back seat
Haha, y'all think I'm mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout
How you the drug game sold up and locked down
John Gotti
(hey), M&M, M&M (M&M)
Walkin' around with them M&M's (M&M's, young rich nigga)
Snake nigga in yo' grass
My nigga, yo' nigga you need to get rid of him
Turn the heat up on that beef
Ain't nobody cook'n though
A section full of them bitches
That Yo Gotti Look'n foe
Yeah that's them 5 stars
The get
Talk shit, get hit. U know you're lyin through yo teeth
Talk shit, get hit. U don't even know wats underneath
And by underneath, i just mean what's
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