Lyrics:
it's beef
I heard Gotti laughed on the phone they can't compete
I couldn't put a bitch on this earth before my niece
Found a new connect I'm a scoop you
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
thuggin and I'm loving it
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (Pimpstress):]
Well I'm that thug that you can't resist
Crazy ass bitch i was made for this
Got
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
[Chorus]
Sit back, and let this thug shit, clog up yo' mind
Sit back, and let this thug shit, clog up yo' mind
Sit back, and let this thug shit,
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
they watching)
I'm serving white like I'm gotti
(i'm serving white like i'm)
Yeah I know they can't stop me
Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby
(Shake
a world full of hatred
An greed & betrayal
Watch yo enemies
Don't be deceived
By these imitations of smiles turned to frowns in the end
Then it's
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
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
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
what I'm trying to say you can tell the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you
a homebody
Say that she neat but she suck me it's so sloppy
Women lie, men lie I heard that from yo Gotti
I'm a visionary
See my potential I'm legendary
Chosen
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
round and round, upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
Bitch grab your tits c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs
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