Lyrics:
around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
know I'm high flickin' ashes
At police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear
Is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then
Come on nigga
Derick Derick Derick
Yeah
They wanna talk about me sales
I'm like Irv Gotti on drink champs with dicktails
I'm nobody but my body gon' prevail
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
to evict me
When we come to atlanta we gon re-open nickies
Game Verse:
I'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it
It's the don gotti Jr. slash
style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
Cop
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And
This here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just
gotti, lil brother, nigga!
You're going, going on, I'm saying
You and gotta be on the streets bro
If you're going back I'mma feel like its my fault
I be pimpin
You might not believe me
Thats just the way I be pimpin
I'm livin a motion picture
Me and my niggas, and 16 bars
will make the big screen
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
put your ass to sleep
And my label say I got the juice (juice)
Hol' up, aye Yo Gotti, who as hot as you?
Lil' boy talkin' money, know there's too
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
a tesla, rain door
Im all on yo body, I don't test her
I aint got no time cuz I'm next up
Like the way you move, like a dancer
Dripped down gucci flip flop
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
of extortions to settle my score
It gets deeper when things get real
I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill
And I'm from Hempstead, it's close
one or get guap with them, I'm Yo Gotti
Can't panic, don't panic
They knocking, don't panic
It's them people in penny-loafers
They searching
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes
yo clique
Umm, hey fellow how ya doin’?
Well I’m doin’ bad and I hope your day’s ruined
When you’re on stage I’m the one that’s boo’in
Cuz I hate
[Chorus:]
'Cause were all a little strong
But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks
In the beach where the papers long
Now when I wake up in
.JPG/220px-Yo_Gotti_2009_(improved).JPG "Yo Gotti")
Discuss these by m 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