Lyrics:
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah
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
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
New York, New York, New York, New York!
(Word up I love that) With a first hello!
Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
So much money i be counting falling out my hands
If you listen to my music baby you a fan
Milf’s walking by they like hello young man
And your girl she
night
Say hello to the day
A day goes by
& you know I'm getting paid
How much did that cost?
You just asked a boss
Soundin' like a fan
I'm a businessman
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
outside with F n' Ns and Dracos
Bitch Niggas never even drove by to say hello
The Stincs showed you how to pour fours in faygos
We kept it solid, never
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
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