Lyrics:
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
In
Gang gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Do what you do, swag how you swag
Move how you move
We ain't on shit if you ain't on shit
But if you on shit
like I'm Carti
Money moves like I'm Cardi
Bag 'em up like I'm Gotti
Desert eagle Holla back like Stefani
I play no games I'm no fucking Atari
My new
Tell It you too nice
All you want to do is lick her pussy and hit her bare
She want to fuck with a nigga that don't really care
Yo gotti hit the bitch
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
how I move, I got Rees on my feet
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star
Chopper in the trunk, I
we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n****s run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n****s dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
Yo
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real
time for nonsense
Why do y'all move conniving
We gone leave no survivors, Huh
You see the number dividing
I'm yelling yo, No Gotti
Bitch, I got hoes like
And that's rea
Ooh yeah yay, Yo Gotti, Pleasure P
Let's do it, yeah
Shawty ride or die here if I'm sober or high
She know just what to do
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
wait fi go Portland
Hot gal a town
Cyaa wait fi go Portland
Alright
Yo body ready
Bumpa steady
Full money
Dress Dress
Hot eh hot
Gotti Gotti
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
You know I Gotti (Gotti), with the Mulignane (Mulignane)
I'm on yo' body (Body), don't tell nobody (Body)
Bitch, don't be cocky (Cocky), I'm on yo
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
at the pack worked hard with the big bro's .
Now I'm thinking bout the big shows,
money coming in tryna get it by the big loads.
Thinkin' bout six figs
im Bugatti fahren wie Yo Gotti charten
Never stop, bis wir Bloodys tragen
Duffle bag - voller Cash
Rich dreams n broke Nightmare
Viel zu fresh, ja ich
Imma love this dream till it loves me back yo
Can't stop, won't stop, gonna make it to the top
Even if there's, only one spot
Imma make moves, hit
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live
Yo, I got water to tread
To build a legacy with legs
Clock radio sings, I'm out the bed
Pop living is
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
he use his name in vain? I need to know
If God were one of us (One of us)
Would he believe that he could breathe again?
Yo, yo
Now let's look
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
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