Lyrics:
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
(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at?
(We right here, dog) where my dogs at?
(I'm right here, dog)
What must I go through to show you
Problem child
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin' from
They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's life
I'm
where yo crown at pussy?
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked
Three birds for a show, nigga gon' book it
I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin'
'em up, .40 on me tell 'em cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up, if it's under hunnid it don't cost enough
I be tearin' clubs up like Three Six
I be
I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
to plant me up
I'm from the streets where we handle beef with lead slugs
So take caution, cause our protection sucks
[Chorus]
(Why me)
Why my life had
I'm headin at
To see, even though we fought of it
by bother just the very thought of it
When I know she's gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next
to wish the you-nion
She's not a phony, turn the Sony off, you better overcome the lonely of
Although a brother lettin' that, thus don't know where I'm
eyes
Don't see where I'm cummin' from
I lay between thighs
She put it in her mouth and hum
Life is a pussy motherfucker
I'm gon' get me some
Flippin'
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
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
I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might
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
(CityBoy)
(yeah, yeah) i feel like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti
I’m feeling on her body
She feel it in her soul
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
Yo Fab what up nigga
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit going on
Let's get ready to go in though
Huh, I said, ice in
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yo
Yeah, get nigga
Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Take
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