Lyrics:
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And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
and icy?
And why you can't satisfy yo wifey
And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure
CD, TV's, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in
and icy?
And why you can't satisfy yo wifey
And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure
CD, TV's, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in
know you want my spit
BITCH! I know you want what I got
BITCH! Hate me but I won't stop
Un-til I'm on top
(Chorus)
[Vita]
Now ladies if you
these delusion
But you can't break my passion
In Christ I hide please CAUTION!
I gotti Holy-Ghost in my body
And God blessed me full of money
You see me
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
bet it ain't funny
Tasting this drip
Know it's sweet just like honey
Queen of the south
And you can't that from me
All in yo head
Now you Pressing me
to fly)
Let her give you head and shit
When you done give her back I got some breads to get
That's yo' bitch, but my hoe, you owe me dough
I P-I-M-P,
never said don't love your bitch, just don't put her in your business (you heard me?)
That's pressure on your children (you heard me?), they mama now
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
When D died ain't nobody come and hug me then
So stop acting like you love me then
I put my pride to the side, shit getting harder by the day now
Hoping
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Don't stop keep it goin' now come on
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ
This what we doing right now?
You gotta turn me way up
Turn me way the fuck up
Aye, cause I'm Audemars Piguet
Flooded out
Pouring out
Blowin loud
spit digital oil, boy I got a metaverse palace
Don't ask me nothing, I can't talk in public or comment on UTA
I'm too busy running it up with Bun B none
competition can't see me 'cause I don't own a mirror
But, Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted
I'm so narcissistic, when I fart I sniff it
Do
one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls
Now you out for the season, J-Ro
gettin' it nigga
Please don't get me twisted nigga
Tell me tha truth
What you heard about my history nigga
Heard 'bout what I did to niggas
Stop it
the party
I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti
I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry
Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop
fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda
Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes
and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda
Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in
This way
She's walking right, right by me
Now I can't move and I can't see
My eyes roll back into my head
And I remember dreaming
In my dreams no one
Eh, Steal yo bitch I might (I might)
Shoot my shot like Mike (swish)
I be feeling right
Smirnoff got me feeling nice
Haters used to give me looks
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