Lyrics:
it's all a dream
But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless
Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own death
Ayo Noyd, it's
over)
They blame me for some bodies
I think they curious
We never beefed
Don't know what happened to him
Period (Fuck that shit)
I'm not a lyricist
starting to make me dizzy
Goddamn girl, why the fuck are you so pretty
Looking like you were handcrafted by Disney
Girl I must confess because I think
You wouldn't want me to unleash
The Horseman in me
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7, 6,
Curves got me in a frenzy babe
Dusse got chu so lit
Don't put that lipstick on my Fendi babe
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass
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
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
drippin in Dior
Ma i came a long a way from kickin in them doors
Skrillaville baby so you know im money hungry
Aint fuckin with me daily so i do it by my
put your ass to sleep
And my label say I got the juice (juice)
Hol' up, aye Yo Gotti, who as hot as you?
Lil' boy talkin' money, know there's too
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
we don't ever talk
Except for holidays and birthdays and that's by default
My mama told me not to blame myself, it ain't my fault
But if he goes and we
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
saluted by the older trappers
Packaged up my game and hit the road
Took some hoes wit me
I just left the Chi made a 60
Brought some bows wit me
Never
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
they want the
Southern rapper on the scene?
Pullin' up in a cheap shirt with
60 racks on the chain
I grew up on Clint Black and Yo Gotti
(Yo Gotti) i got
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit
corridos
Baby don't blame me
Es que yo soy de la calle
Cargo el peso de mi barrio
'Tan esperando que no falle
Baby don't blame me
Es que yo soy de la calle
Whatever they're throwing up
Were putting a K at the end of it
All of this pain I got in me
I couldve died by peace n plenty
You want to kill me well
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