Lyrics:
song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day
motherfuckin' man
Means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
Yeah, gangsta shit, Kurupt Young Gotti
Daz Dillinger, Jayo, Face
Fuck
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
kaleidoscope
See the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
A yo
Man let your bullshit walk
While ma money talk in a 44 spark
I know the customer by face, hustle
dis dat pure Cocaine, Cant forget dat baking soda
I cooked the zip, got 29
And this that drop it still jumped over
My OG told me just stay focused, turn
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yeah, it's
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, yeah n****
Yeah, it's
mind giving yo location up
I am the man bitch don't take that for granted
I make the deal Ace gone translate Spanish
I got the keys by the end
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
b. dick: oh!
Chorus i: I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I
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
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
holla at yo' peoples nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
Kant shake hands cause you prolly didn't wash yours
No crease no stain on my all white cocaine zapatos
These aint in the stores they tryna figure out
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
make the money come faster man
Yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine
Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you fuck with, man
I got
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
believe I play with no shame tryna make my own lane
Look how I never be a no name
I'm to raw like a pure brick of cocaine
I be gassing shit propane
Nigga
how she shake it move it fast like Maserati huh
She ride a dick like a horse baby saddle up
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like some Cali bud
Pure
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
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