Lyrics:
gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
no game
I'm nodding off in this foreign
Trying not to swerve
My bro BM crazy
Left his clothes out by the curve
I wanted to tell you what was wrong
I
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
Uhhh, ha ha, y'all like that, huh
The party don't stop yo, check it out
Ain't no party like a no limit party
'Cause a no limit party don't stop
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
Yo, this one here
. please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
Hey Mr. please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
to shame
And I've seen enough to know
That I've seen too much
So Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too
performin?
Shit, but it?s aight, just let her ride
Yo she down wit? a nigga, just let her ride
See I'm gon? live my life, and she gon? live her life, yo
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
it
You ain’t nun like black
That’s gone chase down a bag
You ain’t nun like Peezy mr do bitches bad
You ain’t nun like bob
Dat nigga just like my
it again, startin' something
*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in
paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
someone please tell me what's going on?
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
niggas trying to trade a check For a body
I just wanna fuck the twins, Roger do You copy
I got bitches trying to kick it like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Ayy, I'm
Huh yea KA KA KA KA KA KA Fam First Bitch
Wen it’s peacetime ya heard me it’s Cam Gotti, Don Gotti
But wen it’s War, General Gotti, First in
Damn
Uh uh uh
This shit fie
Yeah
Uh
Yup
Aye shoutout the bro Kimbo no slice
Hoping you stackin yo bread by the slice
My homie used to take us on them
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
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
hey, hey Mr. President
You're such a gentlemen
It's such an honor to meet ya
Hey, hey Mr. President
I'll be ya Marilyn
And baby I'll never leave ya
So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's
And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed
Niggaz want the drama?
They can get it 'cause we soilders and we
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
Yo, this one here
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
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