Lyrics:
Nobody, slim waist, still listening, yo Gotti
Show me something, tryna see if it's real
If I don't tell you nothing, I'll tell you how I feel
Nobody,
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
like it’s pressure (Like it's pressure)
I tried to tell them boys that I don’t know no better (Uh huh) bitch I’m kinda special
Ain’t no average nigga
You
fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by Elvis
Let's bet it on all red
And let's do it all over again
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker
for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama (Ey)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (Woo)
Yo
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
tell she want fuck by the way that she’s looking
I’m hanging with bosses no rookies (Bosses)
I sit back and I roll up some cookies (Cookies)
It’s not my
like a black president (why)
'Cause niggas ain't seein' me
Has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
After this joint yo we passin' out some neck
right Mrs. Lui
I know you love me like this
Ima run it right back
Ima hold you down
But you knew this
Baby Ima never tell no lie
If I have to tell you one
[Mr. Serv-On]
Don't play yourself, you know who this is, Lifetime Records ya heard
S-E-are-V, I got my Blackwater homies in here, yo tell 'em how
On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
You
I'm Yo Gotti!
[Chorus]
Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This bitch is sold out (4x)
We do it for
tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, Mr.
Is
the reasons you can't do it is illusions in your mind
Yeah, fuckers in school always telling my in the barbershop
Mr. Clean ain't this, Mr. Clean ain't that
Samson, to send Marilyn Manson
back to Hell, the resurrection of Fred Hampton
You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up
Whenever punks jump up
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
But in all candor, I would tell you it's, it's outrageous filth. So, I'll be looking from this Senator's standpoint, not just to bring pressures but
in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town,
Do it
Whoo, Little, nasty girl
(Yo man, see that??)
DAMN!!!!!!!
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Hey girl I like your flava
Wish I could be your neighba
Must be coffee
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