ain throwing money i make bullets rain carbon 15s thats a hella caine say we yong and dumb we'n got it all gota lot of beef then we'll kill'em all body piling up blame it on my dogs lota money lota buns i'll make'em all blue and white jays white and red chain you bout that gangsta shit well im bout the same thang bang bang bang throw ya sets up come on bang bang bang throw ya sets up, throw ya sets ups, throw ya sets up.Bang bang click clack ball 308 north memphis memphis nigga i do this everyday you seen first 48 pussy nigga had a choppa got killed with a 38 everyday every hood in my city throwing fights these young niggas crazy they lost they muthafucking mind.white bandana we play nun but games 20 yale club baking soda thang. Jays laced up game faced up bang bang nigga throw ya sets up. The F.B.I.This that club shit straight thug shit this that beat a nigga ass in the club shit.This that dope boy academy,them three letters been after me,(Who?).Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down.Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town.I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down.
YO GOTTI 2 UP LYRICS FULL
Shawty think it *****ed, hand down, hands up, pants down Yo Gotti lyrics, full Yo Gotti discography.When I’m in the club, ***** it's going down Wait, I pull up to the party with the Cali plug You know I prolly brought the drugs when the st’s too strong (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 Yo Gotti) First off, let me introduce myself, I’m Mr. Gotti:A leo I want you to give me an in instrumental Leo:Aite what kind Gotti:I wanna do that off da top of da head shit again Leo:Aite Gotti:Let's slo dat shit down this time Leo:You fck with this Gotti:Yeah I fck with this Leo:Aite Gotti:You know how we do it right Leo:Shit.We turnt to the max that’s a mother*****ing fact.Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'.Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city 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.Shawty, they taught me everything I know Lyrics of MOMMA by Yo Gotti: Verse 2, Shout out my Auntie Janet she a muthafucka, PeeWee did 10 back out and she still hustling, Erica used to write you.And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead.
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' ***** ass.Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion.Lyrics: Chorus/After I fck your btch/Then I'mma tell you bout it/If you a trick ass ngga/You'll be fck. But I drive Ferrari, ***** the mother*****in dealer Lyrics to After I Fuck Your Bitch by Yo Gotti.Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill.Hating is a disease, ***** where they do that?.Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack.My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city.You rat, you’ll sing a symphony and I’m back, city been missing me.I’m different, I was built for this, my ***** only rock Tiffany.Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man’s my chain.***** I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains.Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne.House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine Wait, I pull up to the party with the Cali plug You know I prolly brought the drugs when the st’s too strong (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 Yo Gotti) First off, let me introduce myself, I’m Mr.She down to *****, but I'm really into her friend.And my campaign on ten, I like the *****.This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy.***** bad, and she said that I can get it boy.I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy.I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi.
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