Lyrics:
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
fucka wanna basket
Getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with
muthafucka with my niggas
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But,
And leave you with my number
And I hope that you would call me someday
Now if you want now you can give me yours to, yeah
If you don't, well I ain't mad
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
diamonds set by each stone
I know I got yo' love, I'm from the streets
So can you show me, blow that bag (uh-uh), blow that cash (oh-woah)
I been
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
bitch but ion film her
Every time Im mad it make me remember the shit we did
Cant put yo trust in no bitch.
U cant get mad cause we poppin now
U cant
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya)
Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family And
We want ya'll all to know, that it's time
To rock rock ya'll
Freak freak ya'll
To the beat
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
fy fy
Cruisin' by by by
Multiply ply ply
Where the pack pack pack
You consume I sell
Take yo soul to hell
Your body my vessel
I control your cells
You
Bitch you keep rappin' in my ear
And got me mad as hell
Let me hit that weed, what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo
do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
I speak", y'all estrogen speak
Respected by kings only, address me as chief
Invested in things only a vet would
Only lames front on kings, that's
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Yeah
Test, test
Yeah
I might spend a week, I might
Yo
I might spend a week at the Magic Castle
Presidential Suite, made of brass
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
[Mad Child]
About to drill ya with a killer combo
King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo
Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for
Rifle in
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