Lyrics:
(What's up, Slim?)
(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)
First things first, 'fore I say anything
Start with this shit, long live King Flippa
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
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
the money like illuminati
On China Grove from 10 to 410
Alamo heights it feel like Hollywood
Pretty girls and they love smoking woods
And by any means, she
black girl
How in the hell you gon' come and dis a black pearl?
Now I gotta wetcha like John Gotti
Hoe, I'm a damn pro, you better ask somebody
a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
Keyshia Cole
Ashanti gon' win that battle, my girl love her
Irv Gotti was corny for tellin' Wendy he fucked her (he was)
Michael B. Jordan fucked on Lori
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
What's on your mind you wasting time look girl i gots to know this
Cause I been waiting on this for so damn long I promise you won't blow this
She a bad
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you
girl
I know I can have any
One of you if I choose I i choose you I
Choose I say ay you get in my car
Get in my car you know you wanna ride
That yo girl
thought it was stick shift
I'm repping hard but you know that I'm worldwide
Know she a hoe by the look in ya girl eyes
Can't fuck wit niggas I know that
she suck by the way she part them lips
and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin' about how she fuck by the way she part them lips
and let me look
lettem look bruh it is what it is
Bitch in my peripheral twerking n shit
I get behind her start flirting n shit
Can't fuck with the clique and yo this
to girl
But I know that it's girl to guy
Look for hope up in the skies
Yo, every time I spit more truth one consciousness will multiply
Appreciate you
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
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