Lyrics:
shot him right in the ass
Smoking on za we ain't smokin no gas
Rob a fuck nigga we'll do that shit fast
Check dat boy life and I ain't use a mask
Folks
the hood by the way she blow dicks
Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
Pimp on pimp, pimp
the hood by the way she blow dicks
Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
Pimp on pimp, pimp
(I'm tryin' serve the mail)
I know niggas that was right here, but wasn’t even there (Aye you a fuck nigga)
See was I tryna talk to Meeka, falling for
caught without it
It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
DJ keep it cool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat
When I'm in yo' town man', 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
make me bury you
If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear
starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick
Fuck wit bitches by the pair
No I'm not Rick rossing dis shit
red I advise y'all not to press
Yo bullshit's down the loo give that shit a rest
cnd I got my wings lifted like I left the nest
(Damn) Vodka in my jeans
Yo this sum birthday sh*t
How you gon bring me a birthday gift to my birthday party on my
Yea, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Keep it a bean,
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
Simpty is for them simp ass niggas
Talkin' lot, til I spray dumpin' ? niggas
Whenever talkin' shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggas know I come
Right yah now, you never zig-zag a right
Said fuck you sound boy
Kill a snitch boy
Catch a bawty boy in the yard
Got to play it hard like we Gotti
Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
Know what I'm saying?
Straight up
(Love is love)
Yo, don't play with them shits up in here
Them shits
Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
Know what I'm saying?
Straight up
(Love is love)
Yo, don't play with them shits up in here
Them shits
Welcome to F.E.M.A
Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve
Let's get it
Wish Gotti, Youngsta, Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that shit ain't
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
"Fuck yo, we gotta get this fuckin' loot, baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back in the, yo remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all
Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it
I know yo pain
All the shit you
wealth
Its a got damn shame yall talk about all dis shit but cant give yo niggas help
Nigga fuck dat ion need yo help i done did dis shit all by myself
You
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