Lyrics:
young and my old body (yah)
You don't know yet, don't know Bobby (know Bobby)
I got the juice like the film and Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
I changed it
a hundred rip
Trunk whole hood with me, Miami trip
Miami bitch, she kinda thick she a model
But I treat her like a hood bitch
It's Yo Gotti!
This is
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
Smoking with my baby and she looking beautiful
If my mom find the jane imma tell her it's medical
Can't fuck with the vibe boy yo life is looking
the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't
can't kick it with them bitches, all she do is complain
I give a fuck what a bitch say
Had to tell 'em stick to yo self don't be switching lanes
If he cut
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
offense
I'm spending money like Mr. Ren
I like that black
It's mysterious
Secure the bag
Girl, I'm serious
A lot of these niggas delirious
She fucking
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at
[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab
[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up!
[Mr. Funke] Huh?
[DoItAll] Turn your radio up!
[Mr. Funke] What?!
[DoItAll] It's us!
[Mr. Funke] It's US?!
[DoItAll]
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all
Heads got to roll
I was raised to live, Lord I pray
, it's not worth it to risk it
(You're right)
Not over this shit, drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim yo
He's bad for you
(You know what
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
Yo another day
Another forty nine cents
Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money
Because I am the government
And you have to pay
and Warren G
[Mr. Malik]
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
With these rhymes I release busta be plays his part
Get it start, get it set, I
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
down Rollie"
"I did, how you know that?"
"Man, how you went got it?" "I been grindin'"
"How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side?" "He's my
Who is Mr. X? Who is Mr. X?
That's Mr X of Xmas fame.
Your kid's in the nativity play,
That's done in church on Christmas day
You tell the children
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