Lyrics:
better handle it my nigga, in
I think the best thing is to block her out
'cause she doesn't give a fuck about
So much change and true it in, you would
girl i want you on spot
Girl it don’t matter we living
Long as you stand by my vision
We cooking up like we linked up and made this beat in the kitchen
a fuckin blood bath
Chorus: repeat 8x
Down on dayton it's going to be a fuckin blood bath
[bootleg]
I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that
Yeah, I just shot a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping that motherfucking D-Block
Styles P, you know I get high
That
next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out,
out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let's get high (high..)
let's
not be Sinatra
Ya better resemble Gotti
Embodyin' Luca Brasi
In the lobby with the try-me
Ya women wish they could try it out
Creep into the Cliqo,
in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town,
I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
Got her so excited
It ain't where you go
How you go about it
And we trap out this bitch
C-Lance, yo
Took a leap of faith and
Feet landed on the pavement (Uh)
Overexpectation, candid at my greatness
(yeah)
Played it low, avoided scrutiny
down on Dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath
Down on Dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath
I got more style than prison's got bricks
smoke
But shit y'all got a nigga stressed
I gotta stay in this muthafucka until I confess?
Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest
'Cause it'll be
Violent hound like John Gotti
Riot founded
Mic a body
Yo
Yo
Fresh out the can
Trash Man
And I'm back man
Giving back hands
With the back end
Of a trash can
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
on blunts, I knock out fronts
And I'm bout as wicked as a wicked-ass witch from the west
So you and Toto better know that it's Yo-Yo
I'm cute, I loot,
That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
nigga wanna touch me
But you know it turn out ugly, ooh
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
That's just me and my engineer, hope it don't go
Watch it
Move back away from him
Is he dead?
[Sigh]
He passed out on the sofa
Whoa!
[Pacewon]
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Light a blunt, get pumped
P-A-see-E
my style jackin my style
Bugatti
You know I be thinking I'm Gotti
Free my day 1 Tav he doin a body doin a body
Free my day 1 Spazz he doin a body
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
sound better on mute when she rhymin' (she do)
GloRilla said some shit and I couldn't believe it
She like niggas nuttin' on her food before she eat it
And I'm back to the drinkin'
Soakin' wet every bottle's open
Can't believe it I'm occasionally smokin', again
With a deep and cloudy ocean, I'm in
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've
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