Lyrics:
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Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
(Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight)
We gon? be Holly"hood" tonight, baby
(Holly"hood" tonight, baby)
Irv gotti
(Irv gotti)
Good looking my nigga
it's back to the suites
Next week the Taj mahal
Every day is like a sweet stick
Pick out what you want
It ain't trickin' if you got it baby
Pick
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
Hit 'em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man
The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck
ain't shining like mine
I'm in the club and they ain't throwing no signs
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
I'm bout to blow shawty
Chasing this billy like HOV, prolly
My money big like Yo Gotti
If I cut you off I'm so sorry
Fuck that, put your cup up
Nigga
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
it off yeah (Take it off)
Ethika draws mixed with Dior (Ethika Dior)
Drippy I'm sauced baby (Drip)
I'm iced out like Gotti (Like Gotti)
My price up
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
on the Internet
And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad
Like, Yo Gotti January tenth
I mean shit kinda threw me for a loop
'Cause I didn't know nothing about it
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Schemin hanging around the wrong people fakin they be leachin
Dont you look up to me young nigga i aint a preacher
I just like to rock out to the mic
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
right all nite bro'
But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg
You can like her you can wife her
You can get married
missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin round wit real killas
Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck
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
look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
Things ain't always what they seem
Or cracked up
that
Bitch up like a stall
Yo bitch on stand by like a casket call
Look at yo bitch, Look at yo bitch
She nasty woah look at yo bitch she's trashy
Look
on like my name Yo Gotti
Im really wit it when it comes to dis rap shit
The passion for smashin wit affirmative action
So fasten ya belts cause you dealin
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
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