Lyrics:
Damn things change I'm dealing with all this pain
Tryna get it right got dirt all over my name
I aint got time don't really wanna play no games
I
times, puff puff pass
Big Snoop, big Daz young Gotti, get it Gotti
Somebody in here smellin like hot karate
And that’s the way you comin up in this
No
some fools
Anything goes we don't play by rules shawty
[Chorus]
don't wanna hear ya problems
Wanna here bout mine
I ain't think so
So Ion play no game wit em just count doh they wanna play doh
They wanna play we can
rich
Death before dishonor, I'll never switch
Don't play with me, play with your bitch
I been ahead of the game, ain't no catchin' up Same ones that hold
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
with mad clips, TVs in your whips
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti
Or Versace joints with
right
You know what I'm saying Eastwood?
Don't play too many games
You know it's like a generation gap
(My homeboys)
There's a lot of things going
don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
opps I don't know about
Stand on business we don't talk about it
Ain't no 2k but you know we been ballin
Finna call up the gang who the fuck was they
to me, you're perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (ooh)
I don't wanna play no games, play
Ay boy you don't need no
More of that oil boy
That's enough lick for you boy
You ain't my nigga boy you be
Throwed off that random boy
Murk him off
Chuckied your career dead
Funds was bled
Last words were shared
Bouquet was spread
Caskets was carried
Don’t try to play me...
You felt a shot at me was
No, no, no, no
Mmmm
Mmmm
Yeah
She from Hawaii, yeah
She touch me real nicely, yeah
This 40 I got it, I'm ready to pop it, so please don't try me,
Classic, Young Gotti gangsta, gangsta
Look, swallow your pride and then eat a dick
Make the Ruler's apologize you
Ain't ruling the shit
I'm Rick
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin'
custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti
Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage
The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody
That n**** lame I fucked
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
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