Lyrics:
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
therapeutic
Got no time to think about it yo just go and do it
Matter fact just keep it booming
Run it back they goin stupid
Gimme dat no autotuning
Hit them up
these hoes onto my label like Yo Gotti
I'm tryna fuck Megan thee Stallion, I got hella hoes they Hotties
If he say he want it I bought it, if she say she
ain't ready for it, uh-uh
But get ready for it (aww yeah!) (world premier)
Queen Bee (Yo Swizz where it at baby?) Talk to 'em
(Where it at?) Talk
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh i got yo out
Without a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They
P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"
This goes out to my niggaz and why'all
that they hating, I pay it no mind
I know that hoe faking, I pay her no dime
I know they be rating yo' music and mine
Can no longer take it, by me, imma
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
Frontin on yo man
when ya "b-tch" walk by
What's up, baby
Can I get a maybe
Katt said you need self-esteem, young lady
So get yo ass out the closet
Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
Burn through your body, you see about
A head Gotti
(North Face)
Used to sell dope in the hood by the north gate (north gate)
Diamonds in my mouth but I'm still using Colgate (wait, wait)
I ain't never
Everytime I step up on the scene
I do my gangsta walk
And Everytime I holla at my team
We have gangsta talk
Politicking doing business
Fuck whatcha
cum scholar
Bitch can’t cause me no problems
Buddy gettin smoked like a Newport his homie gon holla
Roll em in backwood da pack good I gotta come holla
If it seems too Good to be true you can call it a Dream
If you hear me holla gang gang. Baby that’s just me and her
Fuck you if jealous Ain’t no
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
up and talk to shorty right over there real quick)
Thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (hey, yo ma, let me holla at you)
Shorty, I love how you drop
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
the DMs b
Maybe this shit meant to be
From IG to next to me
I think I see what Yo Gotti mean
Told me I had a million watchin'
I ain't think you ever noticed
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