Lyrics:
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
Dr Mr...
I’m messing wit ya
Since day 1
I’ve been listening
Wit my ears
I’ve been...
Dr Mr...
I could tell you every lyric
Lyric by lyric
Yo lyrics
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you
Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel
Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you
Had him
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
ain't never take her
All the love I had for you, I never thought that I would ever hate ya
I'm always good, I'm always great that's if you let me tell it
I'm Yo Gotti!
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out (4x)
We do it for
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
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
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
A-what you know about it?
Yo, get it right from
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
freaky, looking for a reason
By the look in yo eyes you don't gotta say much, I can tell that you need it
And you need it just as much as I needed you
Word
on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cause the DJ grab
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
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,
bitches die in a hurry, still I ride
I'm never worried
Mr makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfuckers die
It's
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my
and the Lord got it goin' on
Been, know to do, bad shit, I'm so heavenly, butt so devilish
If, you, live through the strangest to die from the pain, tell me
Discuss these mr tell it by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In