Lyrics:
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
and get that money
Whether it comes slow or fast
Move smart don’t be no dummy
These folks will get on yo ass
Gotta make a way made a choice
Ima get paid
make you famous
If yo' nigga want beef, treat it like it's angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty
a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto
the shade
Superhero Dubee blade focused on getting paid
I'll run these dollars up before I run yo ass a fade
I can't let one of these pussy niggas trick me
sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We
it is necessary
If you wanna get by, see a white man's world
Pull a black man's eyes, gotta get that green
You know what I mean, play ball, rap, sing
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
Yo, what's up
Circus
Let's get the circus ready
Circus, circus we inside my circus
Gonna get that circus
Get that circus
Is this bout the crowns,
sex
i a beat that pussy up leave that pussy wet
pay yo ass attention but i won't pay you a check
she give good head i call it rusa next
[Waka Flocka
sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We
man?
We just gotta stay strong, don't we man?
Pay it daily, got the wrong plans, don't he man
Niggaz gettin' skummy out him, ain't they man? (yea)
nigga
Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga
They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong
I muss my hair like Fred and get the hell on
I
Detroit hottie
Only first class flights
Leave them niggas in the lobby
Ima bad mami
Never been a thottie
Gotta keep a cold piece 5 star yo gotti
Ima thick
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
the only time you seen a zone
I need that money counter like i'm Gotti
Trying to get rich i'm feeling like i'm Roddy
Niggas be talking like they caught
Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha I'll stick to the code
I took a lil break I just had
friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
like myself
I guess it pays off when you stay yourself
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
John
Gotti
Get it
Gotti
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Like I ordered at Domino's
What we on, that shit bright
Throw a rack I just might
Throw it back for a real nigga
Yo team faker than trick dice
Hotel
Digging
6feet In her ground
All this money
Like a bank
Doing shit
He wish he can't
I go by Gotti
Riding in a Maserati
Pimpin call me Scotty
Blow
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