Lyrics:
motherfucking Jada, look
Damn, life against the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been running with the mob
Ain't none but
over. Aye Greg remember when we road all night. Riding round bumping on yo Gotti life. That’s back when I was KT they called you Ice Mic. You was
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
everybody chant "Go"
Let's light up the bar
Everybody take a toast
Smoke ya brains out, seen you on the ride
What? Spottin my life
Then I cut out the branch
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
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
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
When they see us dip
Mamacita
Hey
The way you
Move them hips
I got to please yah
Cause when I feel
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
Me
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
wreck this mic
Yo I build with my elders, soak in the wisdom
Got the old soul of an owl, with a past life vision
Drawn to the night sky, listen
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
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