Lyrics:
I'm flipping through Vinyl samples like city to city
Imagining I run into like silly but simply
I fucking hate this song
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
John Gotti
Damn... It's so much pain flowing through my veins
Missing my big bro Relo
Hear him saying "Do yo thang"
(Do ya thang, Deezy)
I gotchu bro,
got me high (high)
Off of the yoppa my souls inna sky (soul in da sky)
I'm takin a glock put it up to ya mind
Then I'm letting it off cause I'm sick
a presidential 'fore I
Got permission to vote
Got buls high before guys
Got prescriptions to smoke
You mad at ya baby mom
You cannot cap me 'cause that thot not
niggas!
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!
Yo, too many
kill me
High beam helicopter light flash through the blind
Cousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man's eye
Call down ya kids, smack the screamin bitch
Yo
Say goodnight say goodnight
What a night my bitch right
I pull up by midnight
Have my money counted right
Say goodnight say goodnight
I been high
we not broke
She don't know what she want, oh but I know
She just wanna end the night on a high note
Yeah so, so, so, ima
Ima swing by yo way
Let's
honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitting high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't
the hoes
Swisher packing, cup is stacking
Dropping off my notes
Breaking down my noggin
Knocking, kicking down the doors
Cleansing at my highs
And I'm
and 50 blunts rolled up
You want to hit, then muthafucka hold up
Slow ya roll, get yo bank rolled, ain't it cold
I been slangin', since I was 10
magnet
More or less I been a bandit
Your head is all I'm demanding
Nobody said this was easy
Yo Gotti; I'm in the big leagues
So sorry, I been uneasy
Your
this shit is not a hobby
Why is it the credit that they always try to rob me
It's R.I.P. Dolph, when the fuck they gettin' Gotti
If I up a stick, nigga
working for yo fans
Puffing on some supersonic
Up until I land
Everybody hating
But this shit in high demand
Throw me on the stage
For 20 minutes
I'll go
working for yo fans
Puffing on some supersonic
Up until I land
Everybody hating
But this shit in high demand
Throw me on the stage for 20 minutes
I'll go
shoes for the fashion
This bitch don't go by no rules she's a baddie
She's with the shit let a fuck nigga have it
Or go ghost and hit the coast
I'm her
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
5-7-75 my born day
I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
Ty Nitty
New York City
we stay right
the high life
flooded ice from jewel heist
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz
out, two different stories in one picture
Yo, the first year of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin'
to this Yo Yo Funk!
Well it's Yo Yo, high as a missle
And I just love a fistful of fuckin' c-notes
And I'm glad I didn't grow to be no material ass
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