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yo gotti – jackin 4 beats كلمات اغاني

i told my dawgz we was gon be rich one day.
ha m-th-f-ka i’m rolling, top drop in that lamborghini
b-tch.
tell it from wet w-ll–s
i just had a few martini’s on the beach,
ms dior and she got on a bikini.
p-ssy n-gg-s in my city playin they don’t wanna see me.
in my rollin rolls royce phantom with the chauffer
back seat with my toaster
standard clip don’t need no holster.
i’m real like i’m supposed to
i swear tried to keep it kosher
n-gg- kept on playin games wit me so i cold not look
overem
i’m 37 flights up in the sky i see the ocean mane trump
tower ocean view right down the street frim ocean view
yea i been m.i.a. othaa n-gg-s m.i.a
don’t you get it twisted its north memphis till my
dying day
rolling
live from the kitchen b-tch thats on the way
cm6 gangster grillz
we the moast antic-p-te
streets mad d-mn gotti you had the whole world waitin
had to cook that sh-t again make sure it wasn’t no soda
taste
i’m tha ether out the beaker streets been tweakin for
that gangster sh-t
well here i go fresh out the bricks
break me down take a hit
i am what i am & you not what you tryna be
its my fault you a wannabe remember its only one of me
gotti king i eat n-gg-s like pihranhas
yellow ice like a mcdonalds
want that white meet me in the tunnnel
i go hard every summer i keep soft in the winter
gave the streets that cm6 so in the hood its early
christmas

rolling

n i ain’t on the x-pill
i’m dollar sign high
you don’t know how that feel
i don’t need nothin
i’m just tryin sh-t
gave my b-tch my card n she just buyin sh-t.
i got a whole buncha b-tches
even mo haters
you just got the fed i need to see you fckin papers.
p.s.i p.s.i i need to read
to many n-gg-s workin wit the feds you wouldn’t believe
it
so no mo talkin on phones
meetin no n-gg-s talkin on songs
regular n-gg- you ain’t built like me
gangster of the year i don’t need no songs
that’s regular weed n-gg- that ain’t no strong
you a regular n-gg- so i know what you on.
regular b-tches doin extra ordinary sh-t
head 3 hours long
red bottom red bottom for my b-tches
this jackin four beats so dj drama gone switch it.

yeah i’m on my f-ck the world chris brown sh-t they
trynaa hold me down sh-t
i came up wit anotha hit and they came back around
b-tch
f-ck the industry fake m-th-f-ckas
n-gg-s from yo city be the biggest hatin m-th-f-ckas
m-th-f-cka i got sniper shooters
no pistol toters we rifel shooters
if i had my gun liscence would i be a rightful user
or would i pick a fight and shoot a n-gg-
gun abuser

look at me now i’m gettin paper
farahi 450a for my hater
had a session wit wiz he smokin paper
my n-gg-s smoke blunts and we kickin sh-t feelin
taylor’d
trap house wide open, 31 flavors
dope boy old school sh-t i need a pager
junkies wanna get high now but pay me later n-gg- i
wont finance work i got no favors
white spider
white canem
custom chrome rims b-tch thats a couple bricks of yam.
i am
asap stay strapped p-ssy n-gg- get slapped
they need too free my n-gg- tip asap
next award show first p-ssy n-gg- get slapped red
carpet red bottoms n-gg- fresh up out the trap
white cars white house i put it down round the map
dope boy sh-t.
ridin in the all white jag wit tha music too the max
yellin free bad -ss
for i ever cashed a check i sold white out glad bags
weighed up on the scale a couple million pounds of
gr-ss
its dry asap
i’m end up in a bag cause them n-gg-s in my hood goin
hard and i ain’t playin
dope boy sh-t
handle all problems asap
pay the lawyer what he want and get the case throwed
out rich n-gg- sh-t.
hit the louie store and go and buy it out
snitch n-gg- sh-t
catch a case and go an work it out
b-tch n-gg- sh-t
need too get it cured asap
n-gg- i don’t wanna hear it hit you dead in yo mouf
real n-gg- sh-t
am what i am that’s that dope boy, street n-gg-, i’d
die for my respect
nawf memphis 901 n-gg- yeah thas where i’m at
and if a n-gg- lookin for me he can find me in the
crest
posted up all day third wheelin hallway
shootin dice wit my n-gg-s tryin ta jump a hard 8
i got money money on my mother f-ckin mind
all these twitter -ss gangstas beefin on my time line
log off shut it down
n-gg- go and get a 9 ride down on that p-ssy let em
know whats on yo mind.
they say i’m promoting crime

- yo gotti

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