Lyrics:
Pookie
Yes it's true, kiss all that booty
Yes you do, you owe like Pookie
Yes it's true, kiss all that booty
I'm still drivin', with no license
Cold
clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
I'm throwed and I'm cold
Man, I mix the new with the old, come on
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it,
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
shit..stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick
Tha Ice age!..Ice Age (2X)
Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick
[Ras Kass]
Now Ben must be either pampered
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
Can't you see, it's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me
My game cold, one degree
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company
One
(Boww Boww)
Better then Ya top Five
Ni**a dead or alive
Rap game sleeping on me
Guess its time to wake em up
F**k Ya favorite rapper
Hogtie em
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, Lauryn
Light up di place, zeen? (L-Boogie, y'all)
(What? It's L-Boogie, y'all) yo
It's funny how money change a situation
stand still, the drip might drown me
OT balling coast to coast, Mike Conley
Back before Tron, I ain't have nobody
Hoes get down in my DMs, Yo Gotti
All
Young Gotti, I don't play no games
Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I'm your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive
T.R.E.
'Ll roll with ya
When ya think ya outta my reach
I let the 4 hit ya
Underestimatin' lil daddy
Gon get ya shook
Stretched out cold
Ya
pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke)
Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit
Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis
It's like a chess game
bitch, and watch me flow yo' shit
Mr., Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit' real pieces
Shots rang and niggas
nigga shit, yo
Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions
Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma
And all I knew was chase paper in
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is
And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids
No
gotta love the
Spooky season needa make a trip to Nobbies
Boutta kill the game show up to yo party as John Gotti (Issa party)
On that Kanye west do ya
and let the
Game go rollin' past why you change
It's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggas never
Caught me right
Say they shot me in my
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