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Yo Gotti Other

you bout it If you a trick ass nigga You'll be fuck up about it I hope you don't start No fuckin' beef about it Or I'll take her name and yo name And

problems at home dem rappas leave me alone nigga fuck you pay me(fuck u pay me) nigga fuck u pay me(fuck u pay me) It ya boi yo gotti u kno I'm talkin

t 4get Douglas My Niggas on Seventh Street Dixies Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:]

I need help i cant control myself these hoes be wild As I think to myself another nigga in my bed So i start thinkin it off that shit a fukk up yo head

(feat. Pleasure P & Young Cash) Yo Gotti, Pleasure P, lets do it... Yo Gotti: Shawty ride or die here for sober or high she know just what to do to

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Ok, now, black card in my pocket Riding round in that gotti

Chorus:] Standing in the kitchen On that stove is part of whippin Mixin soda with the yoda Girl I can't show you till I get some over Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da (I'm yo gotti

her But money over bitches that my mothefuckin brother Sticking to the g-code, fuck one of these stank hoes Of course I went told what she said back to rico Rico gott

Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained Some would say genius, while others