Lyrics:
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
This is for my family, yo, this is for my tribe
Passion flowing through my veins, yo, there's no place to hide
Unleash my anger, embrace my self-care
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
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,
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
John gotti weh dem a pree
We a di wrong smaddy
Benz lavi no sympathy
Wi no tek sorry
clip long ready fi anyting yeah man naturally
Tiptronic yo
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
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