Lyrics:
(Lord Infamous) im mo south Memphis cause I
Am the king of SPV
Im mo south Memphis ask them
Niggas down on Victor Street
Im mo south Memphis just like
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image
you a superstar now, congratulations
He said he'd give us a number one video, what is it?
Yo Gotti, "5 Star"
I start to go way back
In Ridge
clout
My trap house still my favorite house
Thea mega bus my favorite route
Real trap nigga I'm from the south
I am the undisputed king of Memphis, Fuck
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been buyin' publishing and sellin' pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin'
50
He a fast runner like the nigga ricky
Yo Gotti
We do real numbers real chef Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred these is Yeezy's
a little fun wit it
MJG, from a town that runs real deep
Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street
I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring
Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang
A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart
Yeah, it's
[Intro - Memphis Bleek]
Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
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
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
doing no stitching, circling no Pictures..when it goes down bitch don't facebook live the killings.! Dolph , shine in Peace. Yo gotti, north memphis
why yo' girl heart is in a slang
Call me Heartbreak Drake, I'm the hardest one to tame
As a man I'm just honest, as a artist I'm a king
With my own
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
year or beginnin of nex year (that shit
Gonna be like ahhh fuck) and its goin down, Triple 6 Mafia, the Kings of
Memphis (of the M-Town) tha real kind
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fucking something in this bitch
Hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin' in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real
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