Lyrics:
hating ' my progress
Tryin' be makin' me feel less fuck what they talk
I be so careless demons be makin' me fearless
We do real numbers real shit been in
like a submarine
Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
somethin, [what, what]
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me
twenty-five
Man, loose lips with those thighs (Uh)
Couldn't just let her walk by (right), I ain't a thirsty nigga
But right about now my throat was gettin'
Kill his team we in the jungle
But gotta get that gorilla CREAM
And for that squilla, we fight and kill-a
For real-a by any means I got to get it
Even if
And I don't miss cause I'm focused
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
Boy you might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
P**** n*****
ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real
One for the money, nothin' after that shit
I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent
Life is a maze,
yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy,
I seen was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Fame, a drug Dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around with real
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Bo$ back and I'm on tip (Wats gd)
Got mo money and a 45 (I'm Ready)
No time 4 yo small talk
Go get a Cass 4 dat Broke Shit (Broke nigga)
I swear to god
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
You talk about vengeance
Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you
And i have selfish reasons
If some unlucky accident superfall him If he should
with the real flat hair
That goes "woof woof woof" and waves
His fist in the air
Or those weird talk shows
About transsexual Nazi Eskimos
They're
the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real
it drop it right at the scene
Real gangsters got a gangsta lean
You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green
Glance to my left
(P.Diddy)
10 years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never business
like Yo Gotti (Trapaholics, real trap shit, Ewok)
And your bitch a doll, yeah, she suck the dick so sloppy (Mula)
Got them hockey sticks (Boom)
Feds
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
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
see shit cause love was blind.
Fuck it that liquor is what gets you blind... real talk
Ayo dawg listen I love that bitch
Cause of some bullshit I don't
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
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