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And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
how to see a
Psycho bitch
Never know when yo girl might be a Psycho
That bitch is Psycho II, psycho too
Kill em with a milli, put a knife in you
wild west
Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)
You can ask, on the block, fool ? ain't the one to test
Street Jeopardy (here we go yo, here
with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
Yo lady Gotti
Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
holla at yo' peoples nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, its whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down
Hit your
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
Ha ha ha ha ha, Steels
You bout to catch this vick
Yo, you bout to catch this vick
Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
Raspberry
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas they
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat'
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if
got her by tomorrow
She a hoe I'm like adios
I'm with Yo, no Gotti though
Family, gotta keep em close
Enemies gotta keep em closer
I'm a king and I'm
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
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