Lyrics:
of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious
I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it
Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get
the flow can't be touched
Was Daniel with it now I'm Mr Miyagi
I kick it the illest but don't know karate
Ya bitch in my dm like I am yo gotti
Cool
she a goddess
I swear she so damn erotic
Look at the tats on her body
I be like yo, no gotti
Original no copy
Damn
Girl, you know just what I’m about
I
bus
We didn't/ talk about which neighborhoods were crappy or cool
We identified our areas by catholic school
"Yo where are you from?" St Thomas
was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the dopest
I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra
Box you up and sold ya
Take
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on yo' toe
Now
hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up
I'd rather be bossed up,
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
There's no place I'd rather be
In the wings of your spirit
Yo, IBK I can't find the words
Yeah, Nolly I know His presence leaves us speechless
digits
Yea
I dont wanna to chill
Id rather be rich
I dont wanna be lit
I'd rather be rich
Don't want to be around the fake love
I'd rather be rich
I
to say I'd never be nobody
But you know what I never do?
Smoke it off like Gotti
Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
Tray Deee and Snoop, we
motherfucking bullshit case
I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
can't wait too long, no
I ain't waiting for my shot
I'd rather get mine the hard way
Than take it off the top
I make her do what my car say
I'm skating
feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by
to applaud you
But yo, I dig the way you can make me smile by just walking up, and how you happen to
Be on my mind from the exact moment I wake up
I'd rather
(Gunshot sounds)
Bitch,I'm MC Mack,I close yo' shop
Trick you done found out
I'd rather go out like soldoer
Then even fuck off wit' you cowards
Come
Uh
I'd rather be with you
This world is mad
I'm just happy that I can lean on you
Go pack yo bags and let's travel somewhere that's meaningful
I'm
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
Yeah, I'd rather be
I'd rather be
Produced by Lundri
I'd rather be safe, than sorry
Diamonds on me glissing
Drip drip
Yeah, it's on me
Look at how I
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
and harpoons
I could do this shit by myself
I'd rather be read then be placed back on the shelf
I'ma motherfucking G, nigga, forever til I die DP, nigga
I
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
Discuss these id rather 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