Lyrics:
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
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
gotta put blue makeup on
your face." I said, "you can piss off! I ain't having none of that!" They said, "You f'king will, if you wanna
star in
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
And after overall assumptions, or it's all or nothin'
Ain't nothin' stopping the second coming, except the coffin
I may be encased, but even from there I
That’s God’s tournament
Kendrick the Arthritis
Hand that hates to write this what’s good
I’m in your hood like workers of Midas
Purpose is to be righteous
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
[Tash]
(Who we got?)
We got Catash and Kuruption
What the f*** is yo' function?
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** s*** up
I'm sippin'
and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail
a b****, then I bet she bitter and cold
Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold
Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose
Cops
and the price you pay
Feel me like a fingertip
(F-fingertip, f-fingertip)
Sometimes I fall, I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other
that bitch and I raise the roof
Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black Drac', I call that
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a f*cking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother f*cking damn chores
Ok
데려와 pretty girl 우린 dont care
내 외모는 sick 밑에는 one top
(아 씌 빨리!) beach call me Im okay
Yo wait i wanna keep talk with you
Pretty girl 보면 내 머리는 boom
저 혹시
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your h**, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this
Year
I think some of the other bands playing will be
The Who, The Clash, uh,
gripping the sheets I’m clutching
Your pony tail it ain’t nothing interrupting this loving
F***ing up the headboard
F***ing up the headboard
F***ing up
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