Lyrics:
to bag me
That's why I never leave home without the 44
Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me
I got this game wrapped like a dubee
Pinned up in what?
Charli
niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
land I'll put some, some
some armor in ya hand, ya heard?
Ya heard me and ?? need to do that interview immediately
This is Nore, man. 917-699(?) cool,
ass?
You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty
You know I Gotti (Gotti), with the Mulignane (Mulignane)
I'm on yo' body (Body), don't tell nobody (Body)
Bitch, don't be cocky (Cocky), I'm on yo
You-huh, uh-huh
You-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
(Shake ya body body, move ya body body)
Uh-huh
(Twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
Uh-huh
(Dip ya body
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
to bag me
That's why I never leave home without the 44
Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me
I got this game wrapped like a dubee
Pinned up in what?
Charli
to bag me
That's why I never leave home without the 44
Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me
I got this game wrapped like a dubee
Pinned up in what?
Charli
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit, bee-atch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the eventual triple platinum
me
Call my stick the Iron Lil nigga it'll press Ya
She just sucked my Dick wit ice I call her Wayne Gretzky
They askin Gotti how you livin
Know a nigga
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
and don't even think
we on the same thing
charms so heavy they couldn' lift it till the crane came
Do yo chain hang low
do it wobble to da flo
do it shine
ya homey
Gotti is cool, niggaz is straight fools
Thinkin you tough dude, look what the inc do
Roll up!
[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we
Selling to the Kids Next Door gave em codenames
Bags gassed up off off on the propane
I'm in the club with yo bitch, uh
40 all over my wrist, ya
Hop outta
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
a brother comin` up some pray ya through?
That`s what success`ll do
Cause I`m a hard workin` black man
In my face stab in my back man
Rob and steal they
niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
Fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid
We
leprechaun nigga
Don't press ya luck
Heffer is you crazy? You done lost yo' mind
You need some real lessons
Your style done went blind
Then he got
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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