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"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
And what I have to say (J. Dean Bitch!) pay attention bae Yo!
Take a look at me now an up and coming boss
Faked the hook with the cross you know I'm dipped
y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon'
no disguise
Make up for a surprise
Can't wait 'til I arise
Wake up between yo thighs
I'm a perfect fit
She mesmerized by the size
Hypnotized by
her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta
All these bullshit moves that missed us
Divide and twist us, revive,
(Where are you goin' to) Uh
Aye yo what's goin' on y'all (nothin') whats up?
It's a few things you should know so let's touch up (okay)
I was once one
chase it
Already told you Im golden, yuh
Better quit bagging on shawty
Only gonna bag it up like Gotti
Disrespect like Motti
Disrespect the motto, oh yuh
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
the freestlye verse
In the club you pack my gack in yo purse
She got the nuts on every G i know I love when you
holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be
on your side when
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla
Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil
You'll be
is strong gotta give my all to you (Holla At Me)
[Verse 1:Nicole Wray] (Cam'Ron)
Everyday I pray my heart can win (Word)
Everynight I pray I can
want to holla sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from
don't want to end, yo
How beautiful love can be
On the streets love is hard to see
It's a place I got to be
Loving you is loving me
How beautiful
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda.
We better eat together or meet at da crossroad
Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those.
When yo casket close
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my
a boat
Crippin w all my notes locced in w all the locs essays Gd's baby
I got folks I roll fat blunts can't match nigga
Fat gloc yo gotti cuz I'm moving
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