Lyrics:
of them things
Gucci yo gotti the king
Soulja done did it again
This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option
Rollin wit di Stinga
Inna Chinaman Yard
Everything bless
Inna Chinaman Yard
Big up me bredda
Yo Skunga Records
Clear di way
Let Gotti mek a pass
Rolling
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it
The life of the party order hits like John Gotti
But shhh that's on the low don't tell
The average player a star
Now, if you'll join me
Let's give it up for the host
Of the "Sep Sev" game show
That's right, here he is, mr sep Sev
Alright now,
true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo' sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real
M-I-S-S-Y
Y-S-S-I-M, M-I-S-S-Y
M-I-S-S-Y
Y-S-S-I-M
Yo, Mr. D.J., play that one more time
So me and Missy Elliott can move we waistline, yo
Tell
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr
wife
Mr. Fuck yo bitch, Mr. Never quits, Mr. Take yo life
Leave it in a ditch, then shit on it, just do it outta spite
So Mr. Better not fuck with Mr
suh
Alright then
Good gal tell a boy say fi truck off yo nuh want him
Bad man yo want to nuh want
Maf!
Yo love it well hard core
Nuh nuh
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
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
by bit
You made them cry,
Many poor girls cry
When they trying to keep you happy,
They just trying ta keep you satisfied
Chorus
Mr big stuff, (tell me
y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(I ain't
yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr. Captain Kirk, I want
cheese
Ima Mac
Ima player
But If I got relations with you
Then that sum that you can't tell
Like to keep it on the low
I Move it slow
Just like a snail
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
couple of guns
The funds wasn't the issue, it was other shit
That had me flippin' on my brother's shit
Stealin' from my mother's shit
Cry by myself, I
a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump
hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
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