Lyrics:
[Shortie:]
Ooo Baby
that's My Jam
There Goes Gotti Right There
Hey Gotti
I G
I G
[Irv Gotti:]
Shortie What Up, What Up. what's Poppin? Ma
over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Sticksonthebeat got me a new Rollie
(You can't even afford that)
Gotti Gotti, uh (Take off your headphones)
Gotti Gotti, uh gotti Gotti (Ha ha haha)
tryin to get old listen to that triple 6
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip
I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped
See
what?
Gotti: You fuckin' with them SLS niggas?
Lucille: Whoa, it's not even like that
Gotti: yo cono lucille: Baby, chill
Gotti: I gotta go through your
got that look upon their face
Like all I wanna do is party,
Let that sweat drip off my body.
So here's what I'll doâ?¦ (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
's right)
And we about to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need some
him
(What's yo' name?) Big Snoop
I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop
I'm tryin' to get a chicken
I got that big loot
Let me slide to the hoop,
the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
'em
Gotta pick 'em wisely
Gotta choose 'em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren't there for me
Got bitches I know that don't care for me
Could
the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I've never ever been a Jedi
, slatt Gotti, Lil Gotit back
Slatt Gotti, slatt Gotti, slatt got it back
I got some racks just to sit in the rack
Fresh out of jail, I'll never go back
Hot
disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me,
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
beside me feel like
John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
Moving like I'm in the mob
I feel like John Gotti
John Gotti
John Gotti
Dripping water got me
neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the nigga, told him told
'm bluffin' but I'm not
Say that I be buggin' 'cause I be makin' it hot
Knowin' all I got is my, nuts an' my word
Though I'm never seen, the Dark is always
know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
and fight her all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm the same nigga off tha chain
fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass
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