Lyrics:
babe
Lucille: Yo Gotti
Why you lookin' through my phone?
Gotti: Yo, Lucille? Lucille: What?
Gotti: Yo, what the fuck is this?
Lucille: What the fuck is
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
(Intro)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
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Towar schowaj se do psiochy swojej siostry
U mnie papuga w gotowości tak jak John Gotti
Jak John Gotti elegant jak John Gotti
Jak John Gotti parę
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
That's what I want you to do
So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew'
You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
You niggas payin what
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints
Do
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
Only if a nigga knew like (yo)
It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets
[D-Gotti]
Throw yo, hands in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don't care
[Big Moe]
I wanna know, if
Y'all sip, purple potion
[D-Gotti]
Where they
fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't
racks up city kid, all swagged out
Like you swear your favorite rapper is
Whatchu think? How you really live
Whatchu got? What's your mind worth
Penny for
you out your motherfucking mind
You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
[Kurupt]
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
[Breakdown: Kurupt]
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My nigga Lloyd,
thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas, Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender'
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap
thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas, Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender'
Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
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