Lyrics:
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Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta
[Snoop Dogg]
I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo
Amarillo by morning
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I've got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I'll be buckin'
be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues, you got a man
But you need to understand that you got
be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues, you got a man
But you need to understand that you got
of them things
Gucci yo gotti the king
Soulja done did it again
This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
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
And walk quiet like a ninja
I injure, beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
So I can practice checkin' that neck and got set
'Cause guess what I
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other
Kim, Fox
You're just like a little windbox
When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Just swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat
that bitch and I raise the roof
Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black Drac', I call that
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
You bound to catch aids or somethin'
Not sayin' I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it
What
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
proper
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
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
guys (white girls)
I love you too (Yo Gotti)
We got this motherfucker jumpin off the hinges,
Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy.
Lined up
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I
A place where it's just so beautiful, it don't not matter
You know what I'm talkin' about?
So glad that y'all could come and share this fine, beautiful
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
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