Lyrics:
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
You ain't got no will, you ain't got no bottle
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
You ain't got no cash, you ain't got no dollas
You stay with
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Stomping in the party
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fucking something in this bitch
Hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin' in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
trash, get in that bag
Snuggle up or hop yo ass right in
That box like double dutch
You can't fuck wit' us
I say "us" talkin' everybody that's
Real with
bitch, nigga
Real talk
Ain't that a bitch, nigga
No flops
We got a hit nigga,
So hot
So hot, so hot
I think I'm feeling rain drops
So hot, so hot
I think
A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.k.a. "it's Reality"!
Hey yo, wake up!
Wipe the sleep from ya eye cracks
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
talk)
Talkin that talk (Talkin that shit)
Talkin that talk (Watch yo lip)
Talk yo talk then (Get the gwap)
Talk yo talk (Talkie talk)
Talk yo talk then
the wack, who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin' eyebrows
I comin' through to
About to get set
So act like WU
wit it , I’m wit it
They know I don’t need nobody
They can get cropped out the picture
I rake it up like yo gotti
I don’t need no one
I don’t need i
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
shit
To that trash, that they talk
'Cause She don't know about it
Well Bae, you welcome to my home party
Bring yo friend, Bring moma
We gone throw it
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
Yeah, you know what it is right?
You'kno’m'sayin', Mic Messiah
JuJu Mob nigga
I’ll smack that trucker hat the
Fuck off ya head man yo, this nigga
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
that's some then
Just watch this"
I had a leftover sixteen grams
I brought that bitch back to twenty six
Pap a real life cocaine magician
I wouldn't talk
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
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