Lyrics:
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
through yo chest
TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
Cause
on a different zone
My niggas on
Back up on my shit again
Top flossin'
Stay bossin'
Hot box the windows in
Niggas do that talk often
Just a bunch many men
Ah... Well
Well It's beginning to look a lot like the ending of this fictional rap shit
Mr. Wildenfree is on yo Tracklist
Practice not for
straight fuckin flossin
Make a living off the side walk
Ima break the cycle getting rich the way that I talk
You could see the hustle just by staring at my
so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo’ dead homies
It's so hardto
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
wit the top dropped
I see ya flossin' like a boss babe
Oh sugar make me wanna break you off babe
Shawty what it is what's on ya mind?
Ya miss me
on my porch gettin' high I'm like Smokey
Chipped up celly
Cussin' out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
Yo! I don't just live by reputation
I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
hell no!)
If your dubbin this right now 'stead of buyin' the single you're ghetto
Ghettos what you are when you think you're a star
Flossin
beg yo pardon
Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
Flossin' & fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't
beg yo pardon
Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
Flossin' & fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
by the way you look
I see you in your whip dipped, couped, fully equipped
Diamonds shinin', earring studded, watch flooded with jew-els
It seems
through yo chest
TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
Cause
sound official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)
[Ghostface Killah]
Left the buildin on start up, heavy
Niggaz couldn't take
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
[Intro: Big Moe]
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands high, wave 'em side
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
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