Lyrics:
cheesin'
at the Likwid meetin' eatin'
And we all got heat that be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every
got to spend a dime on drinks
Girl, hope in the end it's worth it
'Cause to me, girl, now you're worthless
Don't talk about it ever again you said yo
gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord you know me
Yo, yo
So what, you think I'm ?posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you
a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama fuck
Don't come around me smoking nobody
Unless you know for a fact that it's yo body
Bitch imma boss feel like yo gotti
Getting a text message and its
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you
to the calico let it flow
Make these niggaz know in the door
Make a mothafucka bleed for what you need
'cause the familys gotta eat in the last days it's hatred
certain niggas, I'm hurting niggas
(What you doing?) Robbing niggas, jerking niggas, sticking niggas
'Cause they deserve it, when Money got murdered
They
be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mack can make
A million dollars ain't shit to spend
I get some new hoes and get it again
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
For all you bitch boys out there
Melbeatz
Yeah, she bad, and I said 'she', bitch
'Cause she'll pop you in your mouth, too
We got things for
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself, especially my
gotti gon state the facts
I can do what I want and they know that I'm up now
One thing I know that you never could trust clowns
It been a minute I got off
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
to hundred bills
And I'm tryna fuck me a couple MILFs
I do whatever it takes to stay on my grind
Cuz I know that the struggle's real
I got until August to run
got the hook up in the Ville whatever you want he got it
I bet i kill ya pockets, Lets see whats in yo wallet
Nigga I got what you need you aint gotta
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
side
You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise
This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Gillahouse, Gilla
Gotti Click
Yo
South (uh, uh)
So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North,
I got obama runtz in the ash tray (Obama)
Smoking gotti like it’s back to my past name (John gotti)
Star gotti take me back to my pass ways (Star g)
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