Lyrics.com »
Search results for 'mr tell it by yo gotti' Page #2
Yee yee! We've found 47,026 lyrics and 102 artists matching mr tell it by yo gotti.
Artists:
Lyrics:
letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better And it ain't gon' get better Dear Mr. President, tell me
yo' ass up You know where we comin' from Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha! A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga And you know how we do it
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up It goes one by one even two by two Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do Lets go dip it low
Only if a nigga knew like (yo) It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets
buyin these hoes Need to imitate Gotti start lyin to these hoes Tossin these hoes Never ever flossin these hoes You know how it go Two thangs I ain't seen
. Quiet, shhh Bitch don't make a sound Yeah I just put in work she call me Mister (Hey Mister!) Get it by the gram, call it Insta I'm so lazy tell my
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X] Take a look in my life and see what I see.. [Yo Gotti] M-E-M-P-H-I-S 3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7 shady vista, segshaw
the fuck up I'm taking yo black ass back to the office Keep talking shit Aight bet Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority Cause he don't wanna punish
cash grow (Let's get it) Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa) Mr. Rosenberg Call me Mr. Rosenberg It ain't Jason Rose no more
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
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
but I tried to ignore it Couldn't though, why? 'cause I owed the nigga for it 125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola Broke up my
Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (uh-huh) Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah) Racks up the party (uh) Facts say I got it (yeah)
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun Let's Drive to Vegas Get married by
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it Chorus [c-murder] Throw your
tell ya, we bout it Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think Lose ya life if you blink Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause We No Limit
Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde Together we be catchin g's Flipping keys, smokin weed It's all about you and me Causing major pain on this dope game You be
dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee Don't dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee Sy slaap by Mr
Steeze flyin' off the roof VIP with hundred dollar bills Flyin' off the roof So I got behind her, to see if I fit there Yo go tell Gotti there's a Five
(cryin) You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup) I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was) I really shot them
Niggas watching what i say on internet they trolling me. Not bothered by it Cuse that shit is really old to me. Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby (Shake
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
on the radio Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco And we gonna keep it going like Crisco 'Cause the DJ grab
Discuss these mr tell it by 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