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it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said

[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I
'm 'bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I ain't petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin high boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy stay
why y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'ma state representative, been chose by election
Some said I
alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I
Packs in my ass and rocks under my tongue
Gotti ain't doing drugs cause Gotti ain't gettin' sprung
Rappin' came eazy
It was a gift, that I got from Jeezy
the people to enjoy, for the world to love, 
You know, and and somehow I became a motherfuckin' criminal ha ha

Yo, damn I remember when it was on UPN News
disrespect it then it’s kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I’m John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
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
should call ahead
She got that super fire I cant even lie
She like a water park she aint never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Don't
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it

Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti
neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing

[Chorus]

[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the nigga, told him told
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it

Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)

We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.

Lined up
Gotti, Gotti was
With Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
Let me begin then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
Stuck
the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It ain't shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs
Irv Gotti
Game back on his shit, I'm enemies with everybody
Game cook crack, transform to Yayo
The new Suge Knight nigga, minus the K, yo!
I keep
got the strap
And when my homies see ya
You the only female they give dap
You the only nigga that I'll kiss
Make love to and still do some gangsta