Lyrics:
fuck around and try to spoil her
Throwing this confetti where my lamb chops order up
Shorty shake that ass like yo booty got some ants on it
She go see
[Cap.One]
Yo, now eva since I got a record deal
Niggaz and bitches been in my crib
Tryin to kick it wit a nigga jho
But I been peepin da game
you up on me
I can tell by your look that your bitch ass is phony
My brother P say C you know these niggaz gone test ya
But only real TRU niggaz don't
all about
Grind
My momma taught me at young age
You just gotta just grind for yourself
Cause niggaz aint sharing the wealth
Soooooooo
i can do bad
Folk
I survived my mother hating what can you throw
Stop it
You too soft to fold me
Probably send a hit on me
That Yo Gotti
You niggaz real well why yall
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
police tryna entrap me
witnesses on standby with they cameras tryna catch me
won’t try me less I’m solo and they deep ducc niggaz daffys
ima rocc out by
look seamless
God gave a nigga talent
And I made it a skill
Millionaire by default
I put the ice in my grill
Gratitude my super power
These cowards want
Yo, you ready by there?
All right, One Shot Deal Productions
Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens
LB FAM
YouknowhatI'msayin?
always in somethin, an I ain't even frontin, for my gangsta niggaz I
be blowin up, an all my gangsta real niggaz throw it up, 'cause see, ain't
no lie
blowin' on indo
Waving wit my middle finger hangin' out the window lets roll
Get yo muthafuckin' hand out my pocket
Now they wanna be wit a nigga
Feel
But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass
And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick
You know who got my back, a clip full
teaching me/
[50]
So explain to me/
Like when I’m coming up, niggaz is like “yo who wit em”/
Like “who he wit?”/
Me nigga/
I’m by myself, I do what I wanna
That could make 'em run and get the pistols, the shit
This ain't a damn thing funny (fool!)
Niggaz around my block, start actin so crummy
When Atlanta
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
they niggaz out when they came to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
[repeat]
Grew up wit some niggaz who was known to pop it
My big brudda got that stick it turn yo bone to ashes
Gave a bitch my heart she was a whole thotty
niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forté makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but
dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My black
me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you
Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
[Akinyele]
Yo, yo, yo
This is the noise that you make when you runnin with a wild crew
(I recognize realize) Real niggaz stay wild
Havin sex with
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