Lyrics:
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
kiddy kiddy come come
I think a nigga sprung spriggy spriggy sprung sprung
Probably why he done diggy diggy done done
Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be
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
ass back over, what the fuck's wrong with you?)
(Yo, what's happening? Is that your nigga or something?) Ay
Look check this shit out, that nigga, he
of weed
And I know that you probably never thought
That you could see a true G
A nigga like the D-O double Gizzy
But like I said, get yo' money, fuck
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
G Tray Deee
[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch talkin shit, huffin a dip
Call up my niggaz and say "Yo, don't even trip"
DAZ and my nigga Kurupt
Came through
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
a beat
Sorry got my nut up on yo fitted sheet nigga
How you been this week?
Tell me while she finish me
I am never industry
Semen like I'm in this
Decapitate your whole crew then
Juggle your jugulars
Yeah, The Horsemen got you open don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Nigga 7, 6, 5,
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
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