Lyrics:
Tunji like that
We doing this last album, you know what I'm saying?
But Tunji, man, that's the God, he's here for the culture
Yo man, you're a fucking
bartended
Yo I go hard wit it, spitting poison
I'm arsenic
You could get punished you could get
It if you want it
Your stomach I'll carve into it
Then poke it
deploy, 'ploy (uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I
me
Even Yo Gotti don't wanna fuck with me (Damn)
Even yo thottie fallin' in love with me
(Damn)
Even yo' body come in the bunk with me (yeah)
They
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Only God can judge me, got me feelin' like I'm Tupac
Take off with this backwoods, stuff that bitch with moon rock
Ride with this ratchet and this
on)
From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...)
Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned
In the back and we packin on all who
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
bad God turn dem into blessing
I don't care if you feel bad
'Cause Jesus gotti my back
I'm hold on to His promise
The cornerstone that holds me
Sunga
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
Optimistic understanding
Based on constant pursuing!
On my self conscious tip!
Til the chakras lit!
For the challenge
Fuck yo accomplishments!
Slam niggas
car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building
Trying to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
the girthy Gherkin in my throat
Cookin' in the kitchen everything I cook is bitchin'
Gimme the loaf, gimme the loaf
Gimme the girthy Gherkin in my throat
Yo
[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep
The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold
You Down And Deal With A Nigga
don't know what happened
I'm always watching my surroundings, if i pull up i'm gon back in
Cant go out at the sto'
This morning got a bag and by tonight
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
and ditch it
Kitchen whipping and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me
What I'm b****ing for
What I'm
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
spending got Me feeling like Gotti
Ayy, what? I been up a week off of Molly my Eyes red like the undead I'm looking just like a zombie
In the kitchen like
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