Lyrics:
Fuck that bitch that go by, ain't gone say her name she know why
That ass sum like a injured thumb, I love the way it poke out
She know she just my
ain’t a thing"
We gon’ sip in the Maserati
Do it like the gottis
You know you can’t stop me
Sorta like a Don, money in my palm
Spend 100k on a link
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
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
StateFarm clan
Go get the bag
Keeping the rap
Keeping the bat
Beat's never flat
Filled up like fat
I still got it
Get it like yeah
Get it like...
Like Yo
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
routine is just code
And you looped up in that
See yo break is coming
I'm speaking in code are you wit that
Thinking ain't good for business
It sound crazy
(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
living is short days
Baby I'm trying to do it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
Ay yo I'm trying to have a long
dollar bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill?
You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's gonna
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
LBG
I'm Mr Nigga in my section
I'm Mr Nigga in my section
I'm Mr Nigga in my section
I'm Mr Nigga in my section
Nigga I'm back at it
My young nigga hold
yeah)
With the tourists who be asking him (yeah, yeah, uh)
"Do you work here?" (Yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
Nigga-nigga
Yo, the Abstract with
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
clearance
I'm da real you can tell by appearance
Ok all of us probably felons
How ironic my Jewler my dentist ayeeeeee
Its big One11 move militant
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
he talked, you'd smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he'd give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
on payments
I took a risk like its vegas
Hiding that shit by the neighbours
Playing yo bitch just like sega
Nowadays people throw dirt on my name
Making me
on the cut
We done run through the v
Turned yo girl to a slut
We done do it big shiggy quick Bitches dressing up
Showing out for the freaks
Now her jaw
Take a seat and let me tell you a story about the fattest turkey I've ever met
Now his name was Mr. Chewbacca and he was an eating turkey
And his
Right yah now, you never zig-zag a right
Said fuck you sound boy
Kill a snitch boy
Catch a bawty boy in the yard
Got to play it hard like we Gotti
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