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the plot, without plans In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams All it take is one break, it
the club, but that bitch you My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
[Conversation]: Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only nineteen thousand (yo check this shit out) I want my thousand dollars now I
niggas give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Lil' Cease) Yo, yo! When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet
Green tops, boulders and bottles Soldiers who follow leaders You owed 'em dollars Know that tommorrow you might not see it Packs got knocked off by
with the hotties I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi Yo lady Gotti Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill Yet make me feel like others can't with
This is a world, world, world, world world world Premier, premier, premier, premier [Erick Sermon] Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what? 2002, yeah
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 navigate
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
the super star like a Czar In control, by far Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar Boss your Audi, like John Gotti So like my man whose name is Make a move,
(Air) So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip) Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea) Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye) Fuck wit bitches by
on the motor cycle Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice In front of sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la
high, high High, high Let's get high, high Come on let's get high I make the four hop Pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin' in the party,
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50 Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me He ain't
tell 'em, manifest this Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom This time there was three One,
tell 'em, manifest this Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom This time there was three One,
This culture came from And what it's really all about I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo Count to ten and then come in shootin' Fuck peace, Silverback the new
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
bitch Pull up on party tip I said I'm finna fuck yo bih I bark up like an ostrich I beat the booty with a stick I tried to lick the Gotti whip But
gotta turn these Boys II Men Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty Fool, you better ask somebody Yeah Yo-Yo, 199-Trey Givin' a knock-out
I gotta hear myself Yo, look, ay, look Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold Over that, spent my daughter first
makes a thug Presidential fire The same charges Gotti went through It's mental, them open door trials sent you White lights, cagey mics, wild press I'm
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