Lyrics:
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Maceo - Nextel Chirp
For all you player haters out there,
You've tuned into the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
You've tuned into
by myself
Best believe i dont got no time
Cause these niggaz be droppin em dimes
Everybody screaming they real knowin they faker then lies
From
Whole country in a buzz young prince you got love
Got dusse in the cup in the cut what you heard
I don't know how to act get jerk like the pack
Throw
Rest In Peace Dolph used to listen to Gotti
Bitches on bitches I run into thotties, Get on yo knees and give me a good strawby
Bitches gone smile when I
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
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
going through,
The same shit,
It was so evident,
Fuck her nigga,
Suck her nigga,
And yo best, friends, too!
Stealing money from yo mama,
Leave a I O U,
c BODY cT YO RESIDENCE,
I FEEL LIKE JOHN GOTTI, HOW IM MOBBIN WIT MY REGIMENT,
SURVIVE!
THIS IS NOT NO PcRTY, WE CcNT LET EM IN,
I HEcRD THcT JOE
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
in her dm's like I'm Yo Gotti
Stop it now, we know you really do not get down
Know you not bout what you talk about
Know how you bent when the choppas
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
over. Aye Greg remember when we road all night. Riding round bumping on yo Gotti life. That’s back when I was KT they called you Ice Mic. You was
Molly and some Bacardi
Rake it up Nick Minaj, Yo Gotti
Been 3 years and I still never quit
Your apologies, they don't mean shit
Sit, take a number, are
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
yourself for nobody
When she act up
I just give her act right like I'm Yo Gotti
I swear to god I'm sacked up
Blitzing shit like we the packers
Niggas actors
high
cn all time guy at an all time high
I'm living at an all time high
You looking at an all time guy at an all time high
Yo Spottie, this one throwed,
tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
on the platter with
Any means you gotta give
We'll take the biz by storm
Reform your style of norm
Conform it to what sells
And hear the money bells
Jingling all
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
ya (On God!)
I'm smokin' biscotti, yeah
Blacked out whip, Maserati, yeah
Finna whip up on the pot, I'm feelin' like Yo Gotti, yeah
Change my name
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