Lyrics:
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Y'all'll call up
to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my
rock so well
So here's the resurrection, of Pras, Wyclef, and L
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
I could say I'm hard body and I ain't never fold
I come straight from the bottom, nigga I done blow
Let's rock and roll, I can feel that fire
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins (yo, yo, yo)
Champagne on the rocks
Sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
again, Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins (yo, yo, yo)
Champagne on the rocks
Sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops
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
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
And you know I got the Draco on me
Niggas falling like it's plinko homie
Oh you wanna talk dirty on me
Leave yo girlie feeling really lonely
Milly rock
it
Know I hit her DM like I was Yo Gotti
She wanna ride me all-day
And call me always
She won't leave me lone
And I want Eliante
Diamonds hitting like
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
Yo I'm on some grown man shit, mentally another level
My crew we all gods and we snuffing out devils
Move calm and collected, walk with a purpose
I'm go always Rock out
I said I'm go always Rock out
Aye man Ima Rock out
Even if I'm by myself or with the gang that shit ain't gonna change nokap
of us) What the fuck would I do?
Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built then God
rocks
Told yo bitch to swallow up
Yeah, you know she follow us
Where we go, don't give no fucks
All she do is swallow nuts
What, what, what
All she do is
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
ass stuck up
Robbed for the ice, pour some henny in my cup
Rep the QBC
Gotti, Money no, hit them with the body blow
Rep the QBC nature, Escobar,
Yo, yo, hey you like the beat
You like the beat you like the beat
You like the beat
Go ahead girl rock it to the beat
Go ahead girl rock it to the beat
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