Lyrics:
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
matters
Go so hard, forget the critics
I block out the chatter
Put my heart into it
Know you feel it in yo' soul
Plant a seed and I ask God
Can He help it
a toaster
Candy I have move em fast like ? ? ?
Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right
[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta
Yeah, ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin' nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's
he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us (One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?
Yo, yo
Now let's look
a waiver
Flexin' like a big shot
G-Unit all on my back nigga
I move weight like a fat nigga
N O may Zan nigga
Throw my set up like bad dinner
Ask yo ho, I'm
move
Shawty gone move
Watch her move
Step back get back watch me move
Move
Got a big ass draco change yo' mood
He came in the party he bringing his crew
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
gettin' by
If you can't see we bitches ya jags, we forward ya last
We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy y'all ass. Give me love
We be wearing gloves tied
really move shit by the truck load
A nigga be trafficking heavy, Boss Shit
Bitch I'm talking 40 ton investments
Intellectually
Im intoxicated
I'n
pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
dasani
Testin' yo bitch like I'm Johnny
All on deez nuts sayin gotti
Not a rugrat but I still keep a tommy
Off of the what it took me to Pluto (Pluto)
10
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
people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by
If you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last
We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy why'all ass. Give me
Yo, M-O-B-B D-E-E-P motherfucker, word up
Q-borough, mad thorough
All my live niggas, check it, check it
Nobody close to they toes, so chill
Nobody
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
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