Lyrics:
leave now
'Cause you gone hate to leave later
That's on yo gotti
Saying she a home body
Heart if the party
Say she gone miss me when she go prolly
Don't
A-O A-O A-O A-O yo yo A-O A-O
That Henny goose 'Tron Absolute I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah yeah)
That molly lean promethazine I'm feeling nauseous
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
Ay ma, could we talk about you hoping the flight
No moonwalkin', good to see Gotti, they droppin' the price
Now look at miss hotty, rockin' the ice
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
too late)
Push the button, 'cause I'ma get
Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
out
Yeah who want the likes
I don’t want the clout
I ran out of fucks
Keep runnin' yo mouth
I shot all them ducks, then got my crown
My shit is designer
(ice)
Cuz your body wanna move you know
Uptight, just loosen up
Macdaddy with the juice you know
Sippin' on a Duck-Duck-Goose you know (ahh)
Yo
(Ballin') Got a blunt rolled, full of OG
Double lean cup, can't catch me
Grey Goose to the face, and I'm 'bout to go up into space
Like
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
dissed by your ghost writers
"My stuff is cold" it's colder than a ghost rider
My bad yo, cus' even ghost writers wouldn't write that shit
Cappin' your
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
Like sippin' Grey Goose
Smoking Bob Marley with him
You don't want war
You'll be countin' bodies with him
In his house
John Gotti was just godly to him
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
I'm stuck in the loop
I ate mushroom then I grew
Clarity vision like truth
You open that goose
Then ima feel a lil loose
Disappear gone just like
up for my Flacko flipping packs of the Flakka
Money on my mind, like Medulla Oblongata
They be out in Amsterdam, modern John Gotti's
Shorty hit me
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
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