Lyrics:
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
go to school
All by myself run me yo' shit for that flag
I got my second million dollars
I'll never look back
I give my youngin' 20 thousand for
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
on grinding, wildin'
Don't slow down man 'till we reach the top, don't stop (don't stop)
Yo, you just gotta keep on smiling
I know you're gonna have some
a party ahk
Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock
Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Yo Listen to me
Young thug this is some advice
You do a snake you be payin' the price
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
wildin
In this bitch like Destroy lonely, hell nah, ain't got no stylist
Nigga mad his boo outside, she with the girls, he won't invited
Nigga mad his bae
wildin' when y'all see my car
I step on your toes, fuckin' ya hoes chain reaction
Take toes stay in my clothes
Keep askin' why I keep buckin' y'all
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
thick thighs
Everybody out yo the whole city wildin
World back open so we all outside
Shawty on my line she on demon time
Shawty said hit her from
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
silent mode, my bitch she think I'm cheatin her
I got problems pilin on, I drown em out by drinkin syrup
My ex bitch she wildin now, it's hard for me not
Got the new the parts like o Reilly
Bitch wanna try me
Do her so silent aye
I got the keys I'm the pilot
We out here wildin
Kinda got style den
a reason (Great John on the beat by the way)
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
My body different (yup)
Shorty said she tryna kick it
I'm in
wildin' when y'all see my car
I step on your toes, fuckin' ya hoes chain reaction
Take toes stay in my clothes
Keep askin' why I keep buckin' y'all
the stage
MF That's a show body
She ain't got a real job
All she do is show body
Spin the murder inc
Dj call up irv gotti
Pull up to yo bitch house
Hi nice
thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
fall like leaves
Now they hang us wit a sentence
Back then they used to hang us by the trees
You could have yo hands up they still shoot you up after
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
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