Lyrics:
what I'm trying to say you can tell the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you
that bitch and I raise the roof
Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black Drac', I call that
Lord, pick up the chrome, Lord
Can I blame you, Lord, for needin'a feed what's yours
Got a wife that you love, yet you still lust whores
And I'm
y'all niggas back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
Nigga you full of shit
Bitch now what is this, trick
Some new shit
up in prison
I aint do it now you mad cause the verdict not guilty nigga kill me
Get out yo feelings Ima up until its season
Press 1 cause I'm
Yeah yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can
underground)
[Repeat: x2]
Yea it's Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby
Ain't none of this 'cause ya niggas ain't crazy
It's Ja Rule, Irv Gotti
them chains call me Jango
Boy you get wrong hit yo sister not yo main h*e
BeeZ
Aye
Pull up let that thang hit
Pap thats my brother so we probably f**ked
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
whip, foreign bitch, Maserati Rick, ayy
Embarrassing yo bitch, she's screaming out Rick, what the fuck is this?
Fuck, she just found out brick, I'm
blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo
300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Look man, you know what
Fuck you and yo bass line
Look man, you know what
Fuck you and yo bass line
Look man, you know what
Fuck you and yo bass line
like I missed a summer, put it on my momma
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' roun' real killers
Hush gang, he ain't
A place where it's just so beautiful, it don't not matter
You know what I'm talkin' about?
So glad that y'all could come and share this fine, beautiful
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
groove on
Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin' thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
everything, bi-sexual, all that
Nigga, we'll suck you
We got females that'll whip a girl's ass and her bitch too
Dogg Pound Gangstaville
What's up cool?
woke up early on my born day, like Nasir in '94 (ah-ah-ah)
Three-hundred-sixty-five behind me now, plus one more
My physical frame made it beyond what
You a dork (ooh), never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (woo, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup taste like
[Chorus: Phiness]
Open your eyes up, people can`t you see?
It`s gettin` harder by the day for you and me
All my life I`ve seen so much misery
Can there
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real
King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Y'all'll call up
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