Lyrics:
on a dinner date
Want a real nigga, momma? He's in your face
Watch how I innovate
These bitch-ass niggas, they been afraid
We ain't just getting started, we
Let me sit back & reflect on my memory
Can't name a nigga who bitching me
Raised by my mother but no ain't no bitching me
Most of these niggas be
bag
Pass lil T a golden plate
He was hanging by on stage
We was riding state to state
Man would never slide
Shawty I’m for real
I will never
Single, I'm single (It's Yo Gotti) Go go go go go
It's gonna rock up in the building (Go, go)
Single single single, single, single (I know)
I'm
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
hurting 4 real
Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real
Fuck a nigga it is what it is
In that field you get hurt or get killed
I’m better off by myself eating a meal
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
yo
She call me Yo Gotti
She cannot be any wetter she cannot see any better
In love with me cause I get her
Needed a leader and I be the nigga that let
on the road and niggas askin' bout you
They wanna hear you cause they hear a nigga rapping about you
no niggas with you
And they verified you a real nigga!
new-trition
Yo Gotti called, he's gonna pay my beautician
Took the cat's spot when he got out of the bag
Don't tell me what to do this isn't Gilead
You're
nigga, you could talk to me
If you really like that, you could walk with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
spar with me
If you take two to the head, by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas I'm good, I ain't
with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas, I'm
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
don't give a fuck about nobody
Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies
All white on, runnin' with Yo Gotti
On the East, doggy, or I'm in the O
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
My life, my family, they hate me
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
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
a hottie
Oh no pray they don't try me
Tell Taetae
Just go by Jay Mazi
Lil niggas slimy
I swear so they grimy
Acting real
You just can't blind me
Hating from
hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like
(Yo, JiJi, turn it up)
You know what I'm saying?
Like, they like when we to
The voice of this shit
They love when I talk to they souls
So we just
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What the fuck", "what the fuck"
Moonwalked
Not to talk but spit lead
You heard what I just said
Fuckin' prick
I mean, dick head
Dick head
Hey dick head
You sound just like- a dick head
Yo
Discuss these real talk by yo gotti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In