Lyrics:
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
lightening blinding me
Don't know what umma do, I'm tryna trust in you,
Somebody pray for me
(Verse 2)
No cap, that was my heart until I heard
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
just give me the top gear put in a bag for making a plot this car so nas you know I can’t stop Umma just do the dash get Away form the cops i’m being too
hurt me
I'm all alone I'm by myself you can't desert me
Rolling rolling rolling umma skrt away
Frost on the dash watch it blow away
I count my racks but
get down, bring me up off the love
Know I need you by my side
I been reaching lately
And I know that you down
And I love that you bout
Everything that
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
Tell It you too nice
All you want to do is lick her pussy and hit her bare
She want to fuck with a nigga that don't really care
Yo gotti hit the bitch
on my mind best believe umma say it son
Stay strapped with a nine or a blade or some
Distraught at the thought of ever using one
Play me close I'm tryna
pues yo no me Dejo
Soy hombre propio camino Derecho
Pero aveces chueco
Si no tienes chamba pues no te Mantengo
Doy gracias a dios por todo lo que tengo
This one honestly better get me some bitches
If you ain't kno
I really do dis shit
It's big goon times fuckin CEO in this bitch
Let me talk my
loved to had you on my team
Looking clean pulling up in limousines
Red carpet events lots of glamorous things
But was it appreciated
What umma do without
Probably not gone hear timm burden on the radio
Do it by my lonely fuck I need a label for
I don't give a fuck about that fuck you pay me hoe
That's the way
on yo mind
If it's up, just know it's stuck wit
And anything I do just always know that shit ah buck wit me
I can't expect you to know my struggle
Wet that mouth fo' you blow
Must get Becky fo' I go
You Miss Becky? Let me know, licky licky I love that bro
Head nigga thatz fosho umma lock yo jaws
Wet that mouth fo' you blow
Must get Becky fo' I go
You Miss Becky? Let me know, licky licky I love that bro
Head nigga thatz fosho umma lock yo jaws
around
They call me lil fivie (Baow)
Put my niggas on
Like yo gotti (Uh)
I'm a big dawg
You a lil puppy
I'm top two
Ask about me
I ain't number two
You can
Intro: Puff Daddy
(Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself, when
of us) What the fuck would I do?
Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built then God
Blaze
Move into the hood with all the OG's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it
And stampede the block like
to lose her
Bitch come lay that nuke on me
Bring yo friends ‘cause foe nem do homies
Matter fact let me do your friends ‘cause I heard them bitches
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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