Lyrics:
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
what you got
Move it over here
Right here
Right here
JB's we'll be right there
Every time you want to party yo we take it there
You know we
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
Rockin shows
Knockin hoes
Screamin (Party over here!)
But behind the scenes
Ain't all what it seems
Motherfuckers run schemes
When it comes to the greens
nigga to go trip
Niggas always talking
Like they about they business
I don't need a witness
Every time I'm come around
I do my thing
You mad cause yo
Gangstas shoot up yuh party fi have fun
Walk wid me 'K and people nuh stop run
Shmurda-er, Glock bredda
Gyal deh 'ya, Mac deh 'ya, ask Killa
Dem say dem
taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got chicks in the living room
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
I just came to party and
I don’t want yo liquor
Unless you spike that shit with
Molly man
I can’t tip a stripper unless she got Beyoncé body frame
nigga Mike (?) blow 'dro through the sunroof
Jeckyll'n'Hyde and purple haze
And I still be in Brooklyn, and party with Maze
I got a ghetto pass, yo
become truth just 'cause you believe in it
Sorry, I'm not sorry, it's my party
Your bitch wanna be gangsta, look-a-like barbie
You whip yo' Hyundai, like
Probly
Make you be outee
We got bounties
On patrol for
Leaving grills
All pouty
Chrome wheels
All spotty
You know we swerving
To yo party
On D's so Choppy
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should -
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
213, and we straight shit at the next
so lets party hearty like Lodi Dodi
we punkin yo city you betta ask somebody
'cause if you don't, we ain't showin
Yeah (what?)
I'm kickin' it for real with B Real (yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Yo, Marc, kick that fly gangsta shit, uh
Blowed away, flowin' away
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
Cracking the handcuffs
I am the one they've been waiting for
The prophecy said am the chosen one
I do it for Africa
Do it mama
I Do it for alla yo
My
feeling just like Wick
In this bitch like on god
Walk the party on god
That's yo shawty on god
That bitch twerk Yo Gotti on god
Glock 40 I bought it on god
a homebody
Say that she neat but she suck me it's so sloppy
Women lie, men lie I heard that from yo Gotti
I'm a visionary
See my potential I'm legendary
Chosen
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
Uh
(Yeah)
Gangsta, killa
(Killa)
Killa beats nigga
(Beats nigga)
Iraqians
(Iraqians)
Do it like this
(Send Iraq to the heavens)
Yo, yo, yo guns,
Discuss these gangsta party remix by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In