95 South King

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Goyard Gotti

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Let's go. Effortless
Foreign money, Gotti, and shit
What'd I say
I said, headshots leave you dizzy, now you in a tizzy

My niggas bout to lay on you, we ain't lazy, boy, we bout to get busy
Said, foreign money, Gotti, I run the city even when I'm not in the city
I'ma tell you one more time, boy, you ain't fuckin' with me
Said, Yoshi, rock the chop, I just threw the switch on the fuckin' glizzy

Now I sound like a Hemi, boy, you would hate to be my enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore

Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em on the head, tell em, grab some more
I ain't gon' lie, nigga, all pretty bitches snore
Deena ass was too big to fuckin' ignore

Took her on the top floor just to f*ck her on the floor
That was cool what we made last night, we gon' count up, but baby, I still think we could do more
To pedal to the floor
All my bitches love me, said, ink on my body

Said, what you think I'm bout to say
What she do for big docs, she still won't tell nobody
So after I get a dress properly, then I get sucked off sloppily
I ain't bout to be on stage while a bunch of ugly motherfuckers mockin' me

That's just a little bit of comedy for the eulogy
I rap so hard, these labels really don't know what to fuckin' do with me
And that's cool with me
Besides, you ain't foolin' me on that fake-ass jewelry

Boy, you an easy lick, we'll turn you into a fool
You better just keep it fuckin' cool with me
Said, Harry, really, my fuckin' sister's old, but I didn't get deadly
I'm talkin' bout you probably get beheaded

The king of 95 South, you know exactly where I'm headed
Cross the family, I promise you'll regret it
Said, chicken with the fettuccine
She said she wanna get me off every time that she fuckin' see me

I ain't got time for games, baby, so I put this track on fuckin' repeat
I got a thick, nerdy bitch named Phoebe
She be fiendin' for the dick
And, baby, we don't do no fuckin' 50-50s

I carry the whole tab, but a bitch gon' listen
I'm serious
I kick a whole wild after she finish washin' my fuckin' dishes in my kitchen
Said, we dogs, so you know exactly what we do to bitches

I be up as f*ck right now, but lean to help me blow through these riches
But we ain't goin' nowhere, still blowin' money in the air like we on motherfuckin' cash
I got two bad bitches, but I don't even share, you feel me
I be laid up, tryin' to get paid, chillin' in the shade

I do this all day
All I do is drink motherfuckin' tequila and lemonade
My bitches too bad, they don't know how to behave
This life for the occasion, baby

Expand your consciousness, you feel me
It's real pimppin' in this bitch
Please don't make me slick my hair back and put on your mama's favorite cologne, baby
Let's go

Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

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