Lyrics:
dat city boy shit,
Show ya how to city boy bih,
Bet ya can’t do it like dis,
Money to thick,
Fa da clip,
What niggaz know,
Bout dis,
clean like Gucci
And it's cold Burr like Suzy
It's October bet by New Years I'm that nigga
Yo bitch gone wan take a picture
Then she gone wan take her
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we
can't return to yo hood nigga
Feel like I'm usher I pull up with heat
I bet I let it burn yo hood nigga
You can't survive in my hood nigga
We dumping fire
like hoes just 'cuz they can't get no money with me (poor)
Only time we seein' eye-to-eye if you come buy front row seats (tour)
I could drop a money
Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Say what you want but the numbers don't lie
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
a freak kiss
You give me rubbers so I can stay strapped
You say you can't catch no fucking rat
Without a mouse trap
So we be kicking it like g's
Its
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
Veteran in da game hoe
You ain't talking to no rookie
You can't tell me bout my dawg
And fill my
crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just
can't fuck when we hang em
Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti
Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty
Gangstas
Chorus
gettin' by
If you can't see we bitches ya jags, we forward ya last
We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy y'all ass. Give me love
We be wearing gloves tied
Yo, this right there
For all my girlfriends
Mine too
Tell me what is it that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
can't replace that (you can't replace that)
Ayy, keep yo' vest at home, we aimin' where yo' face at (ayy, where your face at)
Been had a ski before they
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin'
what was they lying for?
Go dollar for dollar
Shotta for Shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti
You gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave
side of Queens
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for dame
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign
that thang, thang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya
Say a prayer
to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Woo! Yeah, slow down, baby
Let you
why they sell us
Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us
I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya
might be Sillk, thats why they call
the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do
my fashion she like
Where you find it
Asking me if i’m thinking ‘bout signing
Then i’m declining
Kickin’ shit feeling like John Gotti
Can’t leave
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