Lyrics:
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
nothing going on
They don't even fucking hear my songs
Took a different path, don't know right or wrong
It goes on and on
So I'mma stay by myself
Yea I'mma
the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop,
the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop,
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
Hell yeah nigga, ay yo
[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
gen rap pou devorem
Cliowen Prototype nou ta dwe ap bat pou’n pote kolye’m nigga
Difisil pou wè’m
M’kanpe an atis ak fozi yo
Tout track mwen pou album
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
of the hood (Uhh)
Lets talk about blocks we was bending
Lets talk about shots my young niggas sending
(Heyy)
Ptsd so I cant think clearly really my head been
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
Pump pump pom pom POING!
Yo this goes out to George Bush
Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick diggi diggi diggi dick
Diggi diggi diggi
wife
Till she felt it wasn’t working so
I asked what was next
She said "nothing" and left me
With that goodbye sex
That was 2010 felt like I would die
SO SPACE BOUND
YEAH WE KEEP IT SCREWED UP IN H TOWN
I SAID YEAH WE KEEP IT SCREWED UP IN H TOWN
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
[Chorus x2]
Eh yo I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude
Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed
Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
[Interlude:
a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
[Interlude:
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
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