Lyrics:
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, its whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your
on everything (Cocaine Murzik)
Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded (stayin' grounded)
Scoop a nigga
just dey look am like ball
I tell am mek e
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up (Mr Man) shut up (Mr Man) shut up (Mr Man)
Shut up, shut up (Yarn
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
You know, and and somehow I became a motherfuckin' criminal ha ha
Yo, damn I remember when it was on UPN News
And I refused to start losin'
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Yea yea
Big racks
I am Mr Racks the album
I just pullin up in a mudufuckin 'Rari
Twelve chains on me i aint even saying sorry
All the bitches love me
to Gotti
Send a location lil' nigga get wit me
ARP when its time to get busy
Hang out the whip it's time to get busy
Load them sticks it's time to get busy
like thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy from california by the keys
Ship it
That's s a Bugatti (that's a bu whaa?) whoo
I'm feeling like gotti (I'm feeling like whoo) Oh
I feel like Gotti (yeah) Oh
A rebel no rowdy (woah)
I pass
standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-glue my head
cowards you don't want to go to war
The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga
So, bring it, bring it
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
[D-Gotti]
When we, hustle in the streets
Now we make y'all, sing and move ya feet
[Big Moe]
I bet y'all, gon love it
Wouldn't trade it, for nothing
[Hook]
to sip through a straw
Walk up to his casket nigga laughing, put a slug up in his jacket
Tell him if I ever see him again even if it's hell, I think
. Cool Man
How you do that
That's so dope
Man you're so cool man
Mr. Cool Man
Yo what's good man
Oh you cooling
Cutt it out
Who you fooling
I can see
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
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