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the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not

the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!

I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I

jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses

Hell on Earth (Front Lines) [DVD]

Mobb Deep

Life of the Infamous: The Videos

2006

Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do

On da Grind

J.T. Money

Pimpin' on Wax

1999

[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis

Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!

(Uh)

the darkness, I'll reach for the light light
I'm breaking through the shadows, gonna shine so bright bright

Outro
In the tapestry of time, I'll leave my mark

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

The Purge

Kurupt

Oxymoron [Deluxe Edition]

2014

strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your

The Purge [Clean]

Kurupt

Oxymoron [Clean]

2014

strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your

Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,

the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up

It Could Happen to You

Mobb Deep

Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter I

1997

crew
Far away from home in a land not new
So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew
Son, yo, they steppin in you
And it could happen to you

[Outro

[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap

Ay you know what time it is nigga
Aw yeah it's cookin' time homeboy
Chea, I'm Yo Gotti

I got 36 ounces, fish scale uncut
Newspaper on the floor

like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't

know
Yo It's Manslaughter, Blah, Blah, Blah Blah

There was this game name Doom, in his basement room
He waiting since noon, to welcome the full moon 
He

Threw switches on this blick 
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance 
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be

the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up

I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look

Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first

they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho

I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide

a lolly
Tease me like Yo Gotti
I need a pink bugatti
Holy moly
Yea
Holy moly
Yea
Holy moly
I’m full of the e right now
Been blowing so much smoke in this

overtime, full time working
Floating down just to open up early
Never stop serving just to pour the syrup in

Say I'm gassed up, pat my back
Make me burp it

to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby

[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my