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Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up I been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch
Chorus: Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2) I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman... I Got Em' Lil' Wayne Verse- Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nogga might find ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mama worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I Got Em' Chorus Yo Gotti Verse I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter,I goin back to cali, i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM' Chrous Baby Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cuz nigga i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a bitch ridin fly so hide you love that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbitch back flats, want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, plush out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat Chorus |
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[Yo Gotti]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit This ya boy Yo Gotti yea Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker Real hustler's don't need no sleep [Chorus x3] I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo) A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know) I full-time grind so I full time shine and I'm full-time strapped wit a fully loaded nine [Verse 1] I'm startin off my day wit a tank full of gas A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice And a bitch in the rental wit a trunk full of white I was ridin behind tent gettin bent at the light Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes One eight behind a number mean they want a half of a whole one Fully loaded most bird punk that'll bang ya Full-time thug and I'm a full-time gangsta [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm full-time switchin lanes, rims spinnin, swirvin Full-time on the grind in the North servin Keisha and Tameka and Shanika, Marilyn Were full-time freaks but were part time virgins You were so blind you couldn't read between the lines See ya baby momma slash right was part time mine and I didn't really care about a part time hair Or a part time feelins and chillen wit y'all chillin I'm a full-time pimp you a part time spouse I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth [Chorus] [Verse 3] You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield Talkin loud, sayin nothin, that's how you got ya homies killed Full grown man wit a part time plan So you walkin round, head down, lookin for a hand I'm a part time rapper, full-time trapper Copped my own bricks and shit and own my own Master's Done the shit myself so I can get it done faster Promised to myself that I wasn't fuckin wit you actors Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land Peter Pan you's a middle man yea Yo Gotti got the money and the power You part time snitch and you a full-time coward [Chorus] |
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| 4:35 |
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[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold You Down And Deal With A Nigga If He Snitch You Out [Chours: x2] Its A Cold Game (Cold Game),Niggas Change (Niggas Change) Get Popped Get Popped Give Names(Give Names),Cut Deals (Cut Deals)Be For Real(Be For Real)Still Gon Do Time Why You Runnin Yo Lip [Verse 1:] Lil Daddy Let Me Stop You In Yo Motha Fuckin Tracks Whoppin And Hollin Loud Foul Talkin Bout Some Crack Clown Ass Nigga Tryin To Have Me Down Bad In A Cell Talkin Bout Some Shit I Use To Have But I Tryin To Go That Rout Just Cause It A Drisout And I Can Charge You A Lil Mo Cause Yo Homeboy Just Ran Perfect Setup For Me To Get My Ass Batted First Time Buyer Was Wired When He Came At It Greety Niggas Dont Last Think Fast And You'll Lose Study Yo Grind Take Yo Time Move Smooth Keep You A 9 Cause Niggas Just Might Pull A Move Dont Fuck With That Hard Cause That'll Bat That Ass To Personally Dawg This Shit Right Here From Me To You You Find It Ready 9 Out Of 10 Its Thats ? That Bull Shit You Know What I Mean Now Nigga Thats Water Wippin Microwave ? In Da Kitchen [Chours x2] [Verse 2:] I Ain't Gon Say No Names But I'm Tell You Bout This Insident Undercover Informent Tryin To Play Innocent Hot Box Nigga You Know Powin All Kinda Shit Crack,Pills,Powder,And Guns All Kinda Shit 15 To 25 Years What He Was Facin Did Bout A Month In A Half Out On Probation Got A Lac Ext 22 Datons Say He Had Them Thangs Fo The Low And Niggas Was Hatin Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout This Nigga I Was Just Waitin Game Gon Reconize Game This Nigga Fakin My Homie Want A Shot With This Nigga Told'em You Crazy In ??????? Hene Get You Started In Da Game Out Here Free Lancin Takin Chances Shoppin With Everybody And They Mammy But He Didnt Listen Do Now He In Mason I Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout That Nigga I Was Just Waitin [Chours] [Verse 3:] My Nigga Went To The Feds Bout Some Shit A Nigga Said Criminals Catchin Criminals Main Thats How They Play It Inditement Time When Them Folks Come To Yo Do Is Yo Go Nut Up Like A Ho Tell On Yo Folk Give'em A Blueprint On Every Nigga In Yo Click All Dem Ride-Or-Die Niggas Who Helped You Pay Yo Rent If So Then You A Bitch A Disgrace To The Game Snitch,Rat,Tatel Tell All Thats The Same Bang Nigga Need To Put A Hole On His Brain Let Cha Start Leakin Blood To Soka Up You Niggas Name Main Guess Thats Why I Bought A Pad And A Pen Caus E Fuckin With You Niggas In Da Streets I Won't Win [Chours: Till Song Fades Out] |
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| 4:56 |
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(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song*
(Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs) This ya boy Yo Gotti Street Tunes Productions We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one D Boys, this a gangsta party Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti (Hook - Yo Gotti) All my hot girls bop for me Go 'head and drop for me D Boys rock with me Come buy the bar with me Dime pieces smile for me And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me Throughout the crowd with me (Verse 1 - Eightball) This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it (Hook 2X - Yo Gotti) (Verse 2 - Yo Gotti) I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang Down here in Memphis where we off the chain Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin' Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin' I just come to party, get at shorty head Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man One of these hoes gon' get it man From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south Yo Gotti gon' represent it man No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans Still thugged out and it ain't no secret I got my paper out the drug zones I got my paper out the gutter man Sellin' bud man with my brother man If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days You'd see why Gotti still love the game My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low (Hook 2X - Yo Gotti) (Yo Gotti) This for all my street niggaz and bitches From M Town to H-Town Free Pimp C, shit (Verse 3 - Bun B) Here we come, we keepin' it trill Ain't no need to ask if you see Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together Cuz when I pull up at the valet man Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin' Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin' People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited (Hook 2X - Yo Gotti) |
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| 11. |
| 4:16 |
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[Intro:]
...yea this some personal shit here nigga! I'ma take it there... [Hook:] You can kiss her, You can hug her You can tell her that you love her to her face bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg You can lick her, You can stick her You can give it to her right all nite bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg You can like her you can wife her You can get married and fight her all nite bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I'm the same nigga off tha chain nigga I get's paid to giving game to lame niggaz I learned early way back in my younger days Following my heart I fell in love at seventh grade Late nite on the phone quality time king Malco movie screens she was my queen We was everything and I was so faithful Fucked my homeboys and that was so hateful I thought taped her In denial and didn't wanna believe in the truth Man but they taped her Made me strong so I can live with that So I gotta thank that Andrea for that [Hook] [Verse2: Yo Gotti] How many real niggaz can stand up and tell the truth Lay it all on the line when they step in the booth Not that many pimpin' close to any pimpin' That boy Gotti a fool that's why I'm winning pimpin' Nineteen-nintey-six I was moving bricks Opened my heart back up and got another bitch I changed that hoe life I copped that hoe ice I showed that hoe wrong I taught that hoe right And she was ride or die I seen her smile and cry I sent that hoe to school I made her work nine to five They kicked my door in they shot my bitch up The cut my whole head they stole my white stuff But she was still there cause she did not care She's a soulja man she was so real I asked her one day do you know dude there She said hell naw man she said she swear Poseda been out of town I popped up in my home Man it' was going down And I ain't no damn fool And it was clear to see she was fuckin the enemy She made me strong and cold-hearted for that Man I gotta thank Ranarda for that [Hook] |
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| 4:48 |
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(feat. La' Chat)
Wup that hoe [x13] [Chorus x2: Yo Gotti] Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she fucked yo baby daddy) Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shit I aint mad at ya) Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty violating) Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating) [Verse 1:] There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one couple hearin Who be hollering look at that hoe fucking her friend Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Shawty got a right like she Laila Ali Thats just my baby mama And her best friend Coming out they stilettos to do these hoes in U fucked the wrong nigga Caught the wrong bitch Hit the wrong club, and got yo ass kicked I fuck wit hood hoes Them hoes stay jacking Look at shawty weave I'm like dammmmnnnn what happened [Chorus: x2] Wup that hoe [x13] [Verse 2: Lil' Chat] The hoe done fucked my baby daddy Now the hoe is out here braggin' When I see the hoe, through the door her ass Im gone be draggin' Bitch I be ya mad What you did hoe is nothing But I gotta beat 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 they cousin Talkin shit now I cant go Throw dem thangs on dat hoe See you buckin in da club before you know you on da floor I be strapped like jab in the back Beat dem killers thats gone attack Hoe you know its gone be on when you talking about fucking off with Lil' Chat Bust these bitches with a bottle Naw I'll bust you with my popper Hoe you really don't want no problem cuz my 38 will resolve them Hoe you fresh straight out the mall Brand new set, get staright, get dirt Shit its gonna help you get blazed up cuz you'll get smoked just like some perk I don't play no games with these bitches Lil' Chat straight gone let you know If you disrespect my gangsta Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe) [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3:] My main girl trippin', she think Im fucking off Ask me 'bout some bitches, I had to play it off Told me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine Found a couple rubbers but I told her they weren't mine She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my clothes She asked me 'bout Where I'm at and who I'm with She tryna figure pimpin out She cursed me out said I'm a dog She sitting here crying and saying I'm wrong Calling my phone all through the night and ask me when I'm coming home Rule number 1, if shawty from the projects Niggas takin' care of, you hoes better respect that Nigga got her pregnant, you hoes better respect that Where I'm from hoes get guns and leave hoes wet [Chorus: x2] Wup that hoe, wup that hoe ['til fade out] |
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| 4:30 |
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(feat. D-Nero)
Chorus: Im a gangsta(gangsta) You a actress(actress) You be dreamin(dreamin) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came from the streets If a nigga didnt hustle then a nigga didnt eat homie(homie) And aint nan nigga took nuttin Playin with me money Make ya mami go and book somethin A fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga Ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted Took to long with me money Send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch And i got soljas on my team That will die for the i to tha e The feds want me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north If Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off And kids wanna be just like me Systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me I sold hella keys made hella cheese And all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a Chorus(x2) You wanna beef with c'mon lets go get em man Fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man My patience little man Dont take alot of bullets man Drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand This a hard knock of life for niggas Take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison And i aint talkin bout no polka But i watch niggas fold Fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes Them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed Aint shit like they say We da streets we know 7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha) And i guess we like the black sheep We live where we speak So we neva talk cheap These niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef When it come they want peace But me i want a piece cuz Chorus(x2) Back in 95 Got a pick da side With them big guys They seen it in my eyes They had a lot of pies Money to the vibe I knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride And neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me Just did wat they showed me Or did what they told me The littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin Balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause Now i must say today im a rich cred veteran Shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine Did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent I masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence They had white when the price was cheapa They hate the mel row And now my brothers keepa Alot of niggas may not think the same Cuz they lame They just rap they wasnt in tha game get it Chorus(x2) |
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Don't cry mama, he'll be back, we're gon' be alright...
Man, I miss my brother, I swear to god, I'm still mad at myself that I couldn't take the charge, I remember like yesterday, phone ringing up off the hook, pandemonium in the north, what happened to juk? shhhhhit, I don't know, guess the same old bullshit, Fed's said DP got caught with half a brick, that damn near stopped my heart, cause me and knowing my brother I'm thinking this shit hard, but luckilly it was soft and fortunately he was straight, we're findin' to take it to trial, but went on sign for eight, mama we're gon' be straight, li'l sister we're gon' be cool, I know that my brother strong, so I did what I had to do Chorus: Mama we're gon' be aiiiiight, He gon' be okay, Shit, I didn't know but I was walkin' on faith, Li'l sister we're gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay, Got me a brick and started moving that weight His sister taking it bad, mama trying to be strong, couple calendar years, I never shedded a tear, wrote him a couple letters to tell him I'm doin' better, told him I took his Chevy and put the shit back together, told him I'm gettin' money, I counted a hundred g's, told me to slow it down, play the shit low-key, told me to make it happen, focus more on rappin', cause fuckin' round in these streets that anything can happen, told me I had heart, plus he knew I was smart, the only thing that'd break his heart is if I fuck around and catch a charge, told me to watch my sister and never let mama suffer, and do what I had to do to overcome the struggles Chorus x2 Finally made parol, they think he gon' change his life, I axed him what he gon' do, he said he's gon' walk light, it wasn't a year later, he smokin' behind tint, half an ounce of the reddy rock, mane they got his ass again, judge gave him a bond, now he out on the run with that fuck the world attitude, still totin' a gun, still havin' his fun, we clubbin' it on the weekend, had conversations bout going to turn himself in, wanted to raise his son, gon' get the shit behind him, plus he knew it's only so long before they find him, lawyer was talking good, say he gon' get three, when the prosecuter quit yellin' they gave my brother eleven, my mama damn near fainter, my brother didn't want to accept it, the hardest part for me, I couldn't do nothing to help it, rap shit paid off, now we all on tv, my brother say he good, he finally feel free Chorus x2 |
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{Verse 1}
She was light, bright, damn near white Wit dem, chinese eyes, and big girl thighs And it was, so many rumors, and so many lies About my, so many girls, and so many wives That it, broke up my home, she left me alone And i was tryin to explain to her on the phone But im like what was the use of tellin the truth Plus i was, trained at a youth to do what i do So i just tell her some lies to make her feel good Like, one day im movin you out the hood It went from kisses and hugs to pushes and shoves but dat was all a part of F**kin wit thugs {chorus 2x} If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill {Verse 2} She just, wanted to smile and wanted a child But i was ruining her dreams by livin too wild She said i need to calm down and act like a man And my response was like what the f**k is u sayin Cuz i was, so caught up into movin it white, and i was gone 24/7 a night And i didnt give a f**k if i was wrong or was right Cuz i was a d-boi livin a d-boi's life And she was a school girl slash d-boi's wife And it was in wit the wrong and out wit the right Cuz she was trafficin' and manufacturin drugs But that was all apart of f**kin wit thugs {chorus 2x} If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill {Verse 3} We was tighter then fam, cooler than friends We thought it would last 4ever and never would end And we'd get mad at each other and try to pretend Like we was callin it quits, wasnt speakin again We went our seperate ways fo a couple of days You know the seperate phase fo' hell of some days But uh i regret ever doin her friend But it was the need of the moment and u know us men We just think wit out actin my man was back trackin but still i say what i mean and mean what i say cuz im real so play ya position and show us some love cuz that was all a part of f**kin wit thugs {chorus 2x} If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill |
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(D-Nero)
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane Representin' them I&E Blockburners mane Yall know what time it is mane Gotta grind before you shine mane This not a game mane (chorus:repeat 2x) Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty (verse 1: Yo Gotti) I'm a pimp shawty plus I'm from the M shawty And all these other rappers don't mess with them shawty My life real shawty blood sweat and tears shawty Through out these years I done told 'em how it is shaawty No mills rap niggas they be broke shawty Unless they sold a millon records or some dope shawty We ridin sprees and this suckas ridin spinners shawty Cuz we some vets and they some mahfuckin beginners shawty We got green shawty we got lean shawty We on the block where its hot serving fiends shawty We in the club come on show a nigga love shawty Forget a table dance Gotti wants some skull shawty (chorus) Verse 2: D-Nero) I'm kinda young shawty far from being dumb shawty You got ya hand out but you can't get a crumb shawty I'm street made shawty streets how i get paid shawty Real huslaz hustle a hundred diffrent wayz shawty Stuck in the game shawty motherfuck the fame shawty Slung every thing from cocaine to Mary Jane shawty I never quit shawty trying to get rich shawty If it aint bout a dollar really it aint shit shawty I'm OG shawty ridin lo key shawty You know me seatbelt big heat shawty Shop open he ain't never closed shawty Still on the post breakin down O's shawty (chorus) (verse3: Yo Gotti) Smith & Wess VVS Mitchel and ness shawty Never the less keep you a vest cuz they will test ya shawty 24's that's the best VHS shawty DVD and PS2 in ya head rest shawty I'm on a mission shawty gotta give out my digits shawty And see me clip a bag of them 5os off in my brithces shawty I got my money right yep I been on the stretch shawty 6 days a week 23 and 1 in the crest shawty And you can't bet shawty I'm one of few in the south that really live the life that I be rappin bout shawty I keep a glock 40 where I'm from we some fools anything goes we don't play by rules shawty (chorus) |
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