Lyrics:
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
bitch I put some change on yo boyfriend neck yea yea
So now you want attention like Ayesha
But still want my money like a motherfuckn preacher
This shit
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched,
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's
song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day
a killer Nazi
The illest kamikaze John Gotti
Layin' off of anyone who ride by me
Dio got different whips like top natties
Creepin' out the fog
Never set off,
like I'm Yo Gotti
Got the Glock 19 went and add me a body
See him, recruit him, I feel like a scouter
Turn his car to a box, we stole it
Kick back
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
screaming CMG Yo Gotti come and sign me
I got this Glock don't need nobody else behind me
I'm with the money you ain't never gotta find me
I'm tryna get it
side
You sayin' "f*** Redman" n**** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your h**, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
might do
Tell em'
Tell em' right now dude
C'mon
Cause telling ain't like me
Tell em'
You need to Tell em'
C'mon
I got styles by the stock pile
Pick one
Yea yea
Yea Yea (Lucyd let's go)
Ooh, oohwoo
Yea
Tell'em you can feel it
Tell'em that you hot
Show'em yo potential
You can take they spots
Tell'em
weed and rob niggas
And I ain't doing shit for free
I gotta charge niggas
Hope when those haters hating they ain't
Got they broad with em
Yeah, I see
Discuss these talk to em 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