Lyrics:
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
the album, you know
So, uh, Dame took me into the hallway
He's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
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
on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel
equip when I whip them
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably
been on that, because it's f'king great. And we
decided actually, when we heard the soundtrack we were really so tempted to realease it as a live album
like gotti
( Servin white like I'm)
oohhh, I know they can't stop me
Master p I'm bout it bout it gotta couple thousand
But i want a couple million so
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
Riding round looking for you
Ammo by the two, clip big as you feeling rude
Don't get confused, we stick and move
Switching moves
Change out the tune, gotti
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
in a Gotti like who's is es
Drip then Juice the fit
Chopped then screwed the bitch
Yeah, Remy, doc martin
Self, parallel parkin
Benz not a rarri
magnet
More or less I been a bandit
Your head is all I'm demanding
Nobody said this was easy
Yo Gotti; I'm in the big leagues
So sorry, I been uneasy
Your
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly,
it stock
Not on wall street I put the shit
On y'all street now y'all feast
Yo word to the highest above
If so happen my raps don't fly
I flip pies
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
Fuck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
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