Lyrics:
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money
What?
GALAHAD: He says they've already got one!
ARTHUR: Are you sure he's got one?
GUARD: Oh, yes, it's very nice-a (I told him we already got one)
the wind
But all I got is a couple of broken wings
Can you feel me it's deep shit
I'm rollin' in a deep trip
Tell me yo secrets, I promise Imma keep it
Deal
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
buckin' that shit on the law (we buckin')
Young Gotti, the way we get off (Gotti)
From the beginnin' (beginnin')
We had the talent to win it (soo)
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
It's yo loss if you mess it up!
You gone be mad when you see me on that up and up!
You better get your knees ready cuz you'll be beggin her,
To come
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,
! You!)
Yo! Can't touch me (You! You! You!)
Mad 'cause your girl wanna...Uhhh (You! You! You!)
Who got as much money (You! You! You!)
Yo! What you want?
up the cellular, ready to rock
And it's on
Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it
You gots no credit, fool you get wetted
Up with the semi-auto
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
to the club, 911 now that's stunting
Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money
Car ain't got no
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
(cryin)
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was)
I really shot them
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
It get super spooky
Drugs in my body
Send hits like I'm Gotti
That bitch got a body
And she rocking stussy
I'm all in her
That bitch got a body
Sipping
then you ever done it
You be up on everythin' other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
'Cause she hold me
then you ever done it
You be up on everythin' other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
'Cause she hold me
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've
Fuck you niggas talkin' to me about?
See, see as a kid
I felt alienated by the niggas who look just like me
Niggas treat my nuance like it, like
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