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'Errybody' Lyrics - Yo Gotti
Here is Errybody Lyrics by Yo Gotti

I said everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody

Everybody wanna be a dope boy
Everybody wanna be a coke boy
Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money
Everybody is real
Everybody say that she’s a bad bitch
Everybody on Instagram looking like they’re rich
But they’re not
Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Go!
Everybody say they got a hater
But who am I to tell a nigga to get out of here?
And who are ou to take about this will payment?
Would you see a nigga hit it with the top-down?
Would you sound like a nigga on the front line?
I’mma hit the block for you one more time
Everybody wanna hate if you ask me
In the club there’s another friend trying to pretend
We don’t know you’re going both ways
Don’t you be fool
You should bring your friend home
Tell your pussy you can’t be her man
Could you show me the wrong picture?

Everybody wanna be a dope boy
Everybody wanna be a coke boy
Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money
Everybody is real
Everybody say that she’s a bad bitch
Everybody on Instagram looking like they’re rich
But they’re not
Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top
Everybody’s fuckin’
Everybody a bitch
Everybody witnessed shit
There is life
And the next nigga kills the next nigga
And he does not know that he’s nigga is the next bitch
I’m about to blow a chick in your beat

I know a lot tryin’ to be somebody
Nigga that’s everybody
Nobody is matching my chain

Everybody wanna be a dope boy
Everybody wanna be a coke boy
Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money
Everybody is real
Everybody say that she’s a bad bitch
Everybody on Instagram looking like they’re rich
But they’re not
Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Everybody is shit here for everybody, everybody
I said there is shit here for everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody

Everybody going to the mall
Niggaz got a 100 dollar ladder
Child support looking high, know where to find them
Couple of niggaz ballin’ in the club
But if a nigga wants to know the truth
Nigga watch it , it ain’t real
But she’s a different person on the ground
Shorty , you ain’t got nail

Everybody wanna be a dope boy
Everybody wanna be a coke boy
Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money
Everybody is real
Everybody say that she’s a bad bitch
Everybody on Instagram looking like they’re rich
But they’re not
Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Everybody, everybody
I got money, I put on everybody, everybody
Keep coming here cause I trust nobody,nobody
I’mma put that little ride right here

Everybody wanna be a dope boy
Everybody wanna be a coke boy
Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money
Everybody is real
Everybody say that she’s a bad bitch
Everybody on Instagram looking like they’re rich
But they’re not
Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

I say the shit here for everybody, everybody

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'Somethin Right' Lyrics - DJ Infamous Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Yo Gotti
Here is Somethin Right Lyrics by DJ Infamous Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Yo Gotti

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethin’ right
I heard the law was watchin’, they can’t stop it
They won’t catch me, I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right, somethin’ right
I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right
This shit here ain’t over night
I must be doing somethin’ right

My nigga said “get money” so I did it
Gotta block that I don't talk about that shit expensive
Bitch I’m pimpin’ on the daily basis, gotta love it
Haters talk this shit, the gun get hot, I’m out in public
Fuck these haters and these hoes, nigga, that’s how I feel
Ain’t no restin’ with my goals, nigga, that shit for real
Bitch I’m fresher than grandmama’s biscuits, out the oven
MC Hammer, too legit to quit, they can’t touch me

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethin’ right
I heard the law was watchin’, they can’t stop it
They won’t catch me, I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right, somethin’ right
I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right
This shit here ain’t over night
I must be doing somethin’ right

This that old Gotti flow, ‘04, ten years ago
They were talking platinum plaques on records, I was talking blow
KRIT, what it is? What I live nigga, pistol packin’
Robbin’ everyday to pay the bills, shit real in the field
I tell it how it is, five for a hundred grand it up on a mil
Young nigga ill, going for the kill
Five million on a crib just shut down live
I’mma keep these niggas talkin’

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethin’ right
I heard the law was watchin’, they can’t stop it
They won’t catch me, I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right, somethin’ right
I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right
This shit here ain’t over night
I must be doing somethin’ right

Ballin’ out in my city, drop the top and I pop the doors
Tailor made my nigga, gotta catch a flight just to shop for clothes
This ain’t a game my nigga, although I’m winning on another level
Couldn’t dig it with a bulldozer remote control
I done it ho pimp shuffles like damn
Valet service like “man, who the artist?”
Valet incorporating these kind of blades you can barely park ‘em
Now straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, straighten up
These niggas shells, so I'll give em' hell
The very minute I’m waking up ‘cause

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethin’ right
I heard the law was watchin’, they can’t stop it
They won’t catch me, I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right, somethin’ right
I must be doing somethin’ right
Somethin’ right, somethin’ right
This shit here ain’t over night
I must be doing somethin’ right

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'Hoe' Lyrics - Kirko Bangz Ft. YG & Yo Gotti
Here is Hoe Lyrics by Kirko Bangz Ft. YG & Yo Gotti

When I think about you, I think hoe
When I dream about you, I think hoe
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe
Hoe

These hoes only fucking with a nigga, with them figures
You ain't got it, them bitches ain't fucking with you
Stop saving these hoes, fuck these bitches
Stop bringing them around a real nigga
‘Cause a hoe gonna be a hoe and a bitch gonna be a bitch
Don't put your dick up in a hoe that make you money
And these hoes fucking different niggas every night
But she still be up in church every Sunday
So bitch, tell the DJ play my shit
And tell your home girls to get with it
Don't be ashamed to be a hoe, if you a hoe, then let them know
You getting money and they need to fuck with it

When I think about you, I think hoe
When I dream about you, I think hoe
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe
Hoe

When I wake up in the morning, I think dough
Bad bitch, fall for all the rap niggas, she a hoe
Got a 100 thousand likes and a million something followers
I'm a street nigga, I'm just tryna get my dollars up
Kirko Bangz and my nigga YG
Yo Gotti, trill nigga, ask your hoe about me
Real nigga shit, don't do that, get your feelings hurt
Want a red bitch in a mini skirt
Chanel boots, Celine purse
Shorty not a stripper but can make it twerk
When you think about me you think bread
When I think about you, I think head

When I think about you, I think hoe
When I dream about you, I think hoe
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe
Hoe

These hoes gonna be hoes
You cuffing and loving her, but she fucking on the low
And I'm like damn, bitch, what you saying?
Hoe, you know you got a man
But she gonna fuck all the niggas that all the bitches is fucking
And she gonna post all them pictures that she don't look like in public
She gonna be in the club, bottles popping, she boppin'
When the sparkles start coming, bitches start table hopping
And I'm like every city we go, every other video, there she go
I see the same dusty ass hoe, I see the same hoes

When I think about you, I think hoe
When I dream about you, I think hoe
It only took me some hours to hit, I think hoe
When I see you at my niggas crib, I think hoe
When you pull up in your whip, I think hoe
Act different when you get your chips, I think hoe
Wouldn't do it for your homies, do it for your bitch, hoe
Hoe

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'Ghetto' Lyrics - August Alsina ft. Yo Gotti
Here is Ghetto Lyrics by August Alsina Ft. Yo Gotti

I run away you keep them heels on
I rang yours but it’s paid phone and it’s real love
Show them tattoos when you stitch it up
Got your jeans on
And you got an ass so fat I can’t but tend low
You keep it real when it comes to having sex
Girl you don’t ever flex
Long as I fuck you good
You ain’t worried bout what’s next
That’s why I keep you here
You ain’t like them other hoes
Cause you the fucking best
Just in case you didn’t know

Cause you ain’t got
A half a million dollar condo
And you ain’t got
A hundred thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body
Trust me I know
You keep it hood no matter where you are

Cause you come from the ghetto
Coming from the ghetto
You’re you the type I like
That’s why I keep you right you off the ghetto
Coming from the ghetto
Ain’t afraid to let them show
Baby, go on let them know
You are the ghetto
Let them know, you from the ghetto
Better let’em know
Girl you are the ghetto
Better let’em know
Better let’em know
You are that G-H-E-TT-O

You hold it down
And you never let them hate us
Come around, girl that’s why I keep you on speed dial
Just in case some shit get down
Just in case I need you
If they lock me down I know I did you
That’s where I went down
I know you understand how it go
But you’re down for the prize
That’s why I still keep you by my side

Cause you ain’t got
A half a million dollar condo
And you ain’t got
A hundred thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body
Trust me I know
You keep it hood no matter where you are

Cause you come from the ghetto
Coming from the ghetto
You’re you the type I like
That’s why I keep you right you off the ghetto
Coming from the ghetto
Ain’t afraid to let them show
Baby, go on let them know
You are the ghetto
Let them know, you from the ghetto
Better let’em know
Girl you are the ghetto
Better let’em know
Better let’em know
You are that G-H-E-TT-O

She G-H-E-TT-O
My little buddy, my little hoe
Working hard since I was in high school
She had my hearty in secrets too
Burn her eyes in the project
Never listen what the guys said
She been going though shit
I can tell, because her eyes read
Heart, heart getting beat up
Start up but don’t this need ya
Imma hunt like a presidential
You’re my own if you don’t leave me
She G-H-E-TT-O
I love that shit
Cause you never see it with mine
Don’t mean she roll
Yeah
Shout down my pimping
Shouting on white girls
Shouting on her possessions
Shout to play her role
Got all this in here with me
And I could rap it I could tell her
I fucked with you lil baby
Even though you from the ghetto

Coming from the ghetto
You’re you the type I like
That’s why I keep you right you off the ghetto
Coming from the ghetto
Ain’t afraid to let them show
Baby, go on let them know
You are the ghetto
Let them know, you from the ghetto
Better let’em know
Girl you are the ghetto
Better let’em know
Better let’em know
You are that G-H-E-TT-O

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'White' Lyrics - Master P ft. Yo Gotti & Krazy
Here is White Lyrics by Master P Ft. Yo Gotti & Krazy

(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill
And my nigga lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills
And my belt buckle say Versace
2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don’t stop me
On the freeway in that new Bentley truck
Following me 2 bad bitches in that fuckin rental truck
Told em meet me when they touchdown
Break it up, bust it down
Throw it in the air, drew breeze, it’s a touchdown
I don’t give a fuck, money by the gallons
Yea, I’m a rich nigga, I only fuck with style yea
Ice cream man with the snow white ghost
No limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go

(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
Dope boy shit, real nigga anthem
Mr Mr I am, street niggas still them
Know what that mean, he official fiend
Hey baby, handclap, I’m going in
I don’t give a fuck what niggas say, I get my grind on
I don’t need security in the club, I got man on
White phantom, white 6’s, get my shine on
Bitches play them games but bitches know my man strong
Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls
In the club these G’s spendin racks and rolls

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
Last year I couldn’t make it rain
Do it bad, money tight
Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
Cold game, I did time
Project my bloodline
Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time
Me and P, we ball out
Dream field, we fall out
You a bad chick with a fowl mouth
I buy that mola
Downtown I carry that
3 to life, I married that
Used to be a real nigga
Now you just a real whack
On that highway with that real white
Some of yall just studios
That’s Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy,
Real hustlers know how it go
Sellin raw dope in a raw game
Killers come, they bust brain
Got 50 bricks, ain’t no dummy
Johnny Depp, blow money

(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

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'Day 1' Lyrics - Future Ft. Yo Gotti
Here is Day 1 Lyrics by Future Ft. Yo Gotti

(Hook)
I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie
You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me
A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me
I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly
Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1
I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1

(Verse)
I’m on promethazine, my coupe the color akron
I got my hoodie on, ain’t goin not like Trayvon
I’m on my hustle, since a young I learned to stay down
I got young Nino with me and he’s to the playground
Put VVSs and my watch is presidential
If I fuck yo bitch you tell me can you keep it confidential?
Ain’t no pressure on my presidents, these Franklins are official
And my coupe is so official, runnin round with all my pistols
30 round that clip from since the day 1
I add-on on my whip, I never trade one
I’m doin 100 miles along the streets and I ain’t racin
I got the most expensive cars that’s very fast and very spacious

Very bad bitches on my radar
You are not a real nigga, nigga you’s a hater

(Hook)
I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie
You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me
A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me
I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly
Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1
I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1

(Verse)
Cuban link on rock – it cost two hunned (shit two hunned)
Damn prices high, excellent
All white foreigns, make em hate some (they hate)
Designer clothes look like I shop in London
I got that yellow AP, different from my old one
I talk that blood talk but nigga you don’t know one (trippin)
I’m 100 dawg, I stand out from no one
Bought a brick for me, I sold him a fake one (finesse)
I take so many, been like that from day 1
Up off with them Cubans and them Haitians
I fuck with them gangstas and them killers
I know bitches realer than you niggas

I know the streets gon be the streets (I do)
Fuck niggas don’t deserve to eat (they don’t)
And it been that day since day 1 (day 1)
If a nigga get wrong I’mma spray some
100 round draw, I look like fresh I’m king

(Hook)
I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie
You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me
A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me
I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly
Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1
I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1
I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1

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'Tryna Come Up' Lyrics - Ace Hood (Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown)
Here is Tryna Come Up Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Talking bout what you gonn do, choke bad if you want to
Loading up my fire, watch it burn the flesh when it go through
Niggas talk like hoes do, we’ll slap them hoes too
We don’t fuck with them fuck niggas,
Ungrateful and unloyal
My bitches spoil you, 20 stacks in the Louie bag
No ready blewing on gang bang, Louie parts in my Louie rang
Leave it all, popping tags, out of line, I pop your ass
Gased up, chevron, that ak will stop your ass
Counting cash I’m getting money, now a nigga can’t take it from me
He broke and hungry, my pockets full
Look clean and I’m smelling good

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, 100 chains all on my stomach
Niggas did it when I done it, and your main bitch I don’t want her
100 clip you hear that thunder, 100 years when niggas fumble
100 bitches what we come through, 100 bottles tell that stumble
I be pimping like I want a nigga slipping, he’s a goner
Niggas hungry, I drove out that dealer masi, doing donuts,
Catching liquor and I blow it I pimp them hoes like a poet
I smoke that kush like I grow it
Hit the strip, it was snowing, it’s that weed the best coke boys
Hammers making no noise, give niggas 2 choices,
Come up and down

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Shout out to Kelly, We The Best,
We be getting money, you looking stressed
YMCMG, salute to stunna, 4 words bitch I’m tryina come up
Dead to hold a hunna, any nigga run up, they get done up off the come up
My life is obama, I’m so presidential, you so sentimental
Your bitch she got potential, and I’m so influential
Hold up, these nikes cost 2 grand, these shades cost 5 bands
These niggas I mob with, I sold dope and I rob with
CMG my squad be, see how hard my squad eat
3:05 we clicked up, man on 1 that mob shit, yeah

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Getting this money I never do sleep, 100k I make that in a week
25 000 I hop on the beat, top of the whip so you know that it’s me
Balling nigga like Spalding, sipping that good,
What you m call it, remember them nights, mama was calling out in them streets
Gotta be cautious, niggas are plied, running your spot
Hit a young boy when he’s getting that gwap
Fuck them niggas, look at my wrist, oh you mad, take your bitch
I’m in that ghost, holy shit, stayed in the ground and it got me rich
Stayed in the ground and it got me rich, got me rich, yeah got me rich
I say bitch I’m tryina come up, outchea to the sun up
Crib cost a mill, my watch another hunder

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

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'Hood Rich Anthem' Lyrics - DJ Scream (Ft. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka, Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane)
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Here is Hood Rich Anthem Lyrics by DJ Scream Ft. 2 Chainz, Future, Waka Flocka, Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane @
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All I rock is polo, dollar sign my logo
Then I drop the top, on my car call it porno
Yeah I’m the realest, you can ask your bm
Shawty I’m the shit, aka the pimp
Warup Dj Scream, Cory what’s happenin’
Spins on the beat, Tity Boi rappin’
Its time to turn up, told em let’s do it
And I’m from the A, can I hit up with that unit

I’m an astronaut, I’m a nasa, I’m a rock star, I’m a shotta
With a bomber clock, who wanna test me
Yeah girl she wanna sex me
Carrese me, for me she turn to lesbi
I’m tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz
Ay DJ Spinz freebandz, Cory B freebandz, DJ Scream freebandz, Talk to me freebandz

I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer

I’m canned up, hood shit, real nigga, hood rich
Bad bitches only, but she must be a hood bitch
I’m riding round in your city, strapped up and I’m getting in
Lambo, nascar, loud pipes and I’m in it
Top down, my chain on, you a real nigga that’s the same song
Block photo my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame hoe
I’m turned up, can’t turn me down
I’m sacked up and I’m head’ to town
…can’t burn me down, and you know the town

This hood rich radio, you better not change the station
It’s Gucci mane la flare they say I changed the nation
I’m a trapper slash rappers yea that’s my occupation
And I don’t cary chump change all I do is carry faces
I’m monopoly, I ball, I think I’m Dominique
Primetime like Dion, I make them kiss my cleats
I brought you juice, I brought you flock, Now whos the next blow?
I’m so boulder crest, so Texaco, so Cresham road

I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealers
I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich
But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas
In the trap with the goonies and a drug dealer
Long live the hustle coming soon!

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'That Lowend Remix' Lyrics - Dorrough (Ft. Ace Hood, Nipsey Hussle & Yo Gotti)
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[hook]
that base
that lowend that base
that lowend that base
that lowend that base
that lowend that base
that that that that
that base that lowend that that that

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Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
.. ain’t no pressure give it 38 special
.. mother fucker .. example everyone want a photo
Cause she says she like my clothes
I made a hundred thousand … got more block
Than the … whole thing to blow a nigger ..
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
..Gucci is my name so you know … energy invasion
48 the pill .. ok 48 amaze me .. race me
I fuck with the problems
I ain’t with the murders ..
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra
I would be getting money since the mother fucker ..
You know I got the .. and a couple cushes .. one already in the head
.. keep it real with you .. on a vehicle spend a couple bocks
Fuck some bad bitches pop a pill or two
.. be thankful for what you got my nigger
Is a blessing
Wake up this morning with some mother fucking blessing
Got my AK .. stressing went to the kitchen
.. weapon up the part try to come out with some extra

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Hustler gangsta
Yeah yeah
Now p**sy down eat ..move it
Hustler gangsta
Yeah yeah
Now p**sy down eat ..move it

Ha i got d on the block
We are the streets you cna ask to lock
Go to the kitchen see the stands to the pot
Wanan ..rockefeller but i was thorn to rock
Come yourself nigga paid a nigga
I ball later day fuck what they say nigga
I’m here to make .. In the big body n’s
And my baby mama madam f*ck it friend
Been out front you can take a picture
Meet me on the hill son bring your ..with you

Hook:
I’m self made, self made
Self made, self made
My bitch bad, my money long
My rock clean the top gone
I’m self made, self made
Self made, self made
My bitch bad, my money long
My rock clean the top gone

….takign your bitch taking you town
Make a kiss my ring nigga ..down

Hook:
I’m self made, self made
Self made, self made
My bitch bad, my money long
My rock clean the top gone
I’m self made, self made
Self made, self made
My bitch bad, my money long
My rock clean the top gone

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Hey hey picture me performing in an orpheon
A ..living in the orphenat
What my future home onyl god knows
As while i stay and play it up
And ..

Count on me count on me ..
Tryin upside down
Let em look at the ..
‘Cause i did you like bush
.. It’s a cooper they dont’ drop
Hard ..for i let em damn nigga
..my nigga my hood my fellows
I kill em
F*ck em, i don’t feel em
When the beat drop nigga

Hey nigga do get to ..
Play the nigga
Any nigga can make some money
But any nigga can try

Killa for killa west side
White vile ..
Do on one out of ..

Any five percet fo ten nigga
Any five percent of ..
Not do what i do i try nigga
Hope you drink
Don’t confuse it money bags
White .. Bitch i say murder
Have you ever heard and is the word
..the shit ..the label
I aint’ on the .. You got no consistency
Tryin to get my ..you know the ..
You slow it down
Open the legs you beat it up
..can’t see em
What you sayin i’m own it
..who want it ..so your p**sy don’t kill it

…comes to bury takin all
Is like an ..
I i i i just like deeper than eye
Killa

It gonna for crazy i stay for ..
Kill a shit, i kill a shit
Banana shit
You’ve been so faking shit
Why you only ..
Them bitches i ain’t really ..
Go in time
Or a hater ..killa killa
Can murder one
I’m the only one
..we think to afce no
I know the ..ain’t got the wings
Cut off the mike
They drop the base ..
See a brighter day real niggas
..killas we ..work killas ..
Murder murder , kill kill
I’ma keep it real
..take the killer

…comes to bury takin all
Is like an ..
I i i i just like deeper than eye
See it .. They all runnin
When they see me coming
Ah ah ah ey ey

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If I should die for our way
I pray the streets my world to take
Divide…
Getting my jewellery to the most respected
My .. give my guns to the gunners
You don’t say it!

Chorus:
Cocaine dose, fish.. vicious
Pray the Lord for giving niggers, street is my religion
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear who the niggers praying amen
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
My testimony, my testimony
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear hood niggers praying amen

I’m a different type of niggers, I’m on a different shit
Every day I wake up, I want a different bitch
I want the world playing, I want the kido
Talking real so big they can’t feel ….
..a different one…
For.. bitch, another name!
Got confession to make, you all look the same
No .. and looking, ought to be ashamed!
Say the rap game change a lot of niggers stress
But between you an me, nigger is a bliss
fake niggers come up, real niggers suffer
.. that’s why I don’t trust him!
In my testimony, I … the truth to see
Hoping the Lord forgive a nigger, street is my religion
Then can’t I get an amen…

Chorus:
Cocaine dose, fish.. vicious
Pray the Lord for giving niggers, street is my religion
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear who the niggers praying amen
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
My testimony, my testimony
Give my testimony, testimony, testimony
Amen, amen, amen
Can I hear hood niggers praying amen

In my hood, playing it right
Where do I shoot, where do I hit?
Five hundred ..and it did my life
OG, OT I don’t shit… but the money…
..then it ain’t my guy
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…
Anything else, way to high
Gucci knew this… way too fly
way to high, need to come down
Need a…
Don’t know me, don’t know you
…my hood, so don’t come around.
I’mma tell you like a nigger told me
..might be OG
That being said, that being told
That’s the first nigger in front of me,a whole key
..put it in my hand, cause he know I wanna plan…
..he had to shoot me…
My testimony, my testimony, my testimony!
My testimony, my testimony, my testimony!

Yeah, I hear… inside the kitchen saying…
..why took ‘em bitches…
..full of money.. but I kept the chopper…
..cha cha cha ain’t no stopping me!
acting crazy, yes I am, nobody need to pray for me
.. I know they got a place for me…
You know how these game goes
This… and they don’t need to take my crown…

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Chorus: (x2)
You throw Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It’s all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!

Up down, up down, my top doing the matrix
…we’ll run shit basic
Everything kitty, cocaine crazy
Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked out my situation.
DJ drop they got it, don’t…
..you’re gambling with your savings.
..doing numbers, I may need a helper
Bitch say she wanna fucking, so you know what nigger left for
Rose by the cases, … by the boxes
..I’m the shit, so how the fuck she gonna be cocky?
..get my eyes be Rocky
I pull up …

Chorus: (x2)
You throw Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It’s all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!

I… to the money in all upper cases
Trap on.. I stay down…
Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor
Ghetto nigger got a mansion and…
Steel… I said get…
Try me in the club, we gonna… your ass inside it
All my hoes excited, damn your… cry
..getting mad, cause he think I’m gonna retire
..lawyer act for a dismissal
…I gotta set up for some Christmas
Me and you got it from Atlanta down to Memphis
Getting money I could pay you, niggers…

Chorus: (x2)
You count Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It’s all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!

..so the game it got bored
..drop the top and hit the horn
..I got a bitch from…
Can we do a…
Fuck and.. and she gonna follow me my…
Friends say she’s whore
Talking about she gone
say she want that Luis bag I …
..you niggers know …
I could get your…
Why you niggers bitching with me, come down to…
..man, I guess they just don’t get me!

Chorus: (x2)
You count Rose by the case…
Three hundred dollar jewellery… we.. by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It’s all about the cases in the kitchen gonna make it!

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Hook:
Baby mama left a nigga, got another man
You work out and try to come back and geta second chance
Second chance, second chance
Yeah i love that ass to death but ain’t no second chance
If i fucked off with your friend
Would i get a second chance?
Guess i fuck too many hoes i need a second chance
Second chance, second chance
Seh may love your ass to death btu aint no second chance

See bitches think there slick but then they act like niggas
Gon fuck off and then come back and act all sentimental
(bitch!)
Pack your bags get out my house you knw the bizz,
And you better not have no nigga round my fucking kids
See loyalty’s a must and trust is all we have
And i’m a street nigga so you know the math
Don’t put me in no shit cuz you know what i woll do
And if a nigga know my business i may have to kill you
Street code, freak home, fuck a bitch, anythign goes
I think i fuck too many hoes, its come on maybe
Finally got the one i like and she gon drive me crazy

[Hook:]

It goes once upon a time, i was on my grind
Yeah i fucked a couple hoes
Yeah she caught a nigga lying
Then i went out on the road,
Then she want to pay me back,
So she fucked another nigga,
When i get back i’ma kill her (damn)
Gave that hoe the world, she had my lil girl,
Got a nigga hot, put me on the spot (damn)
Guess that’s what i get get
Nigga round my bitch bitch
One thing bout it though we never working out shit bitch
I guess i fuck too many hoes,
It’s come on maybe
Finally got the one i like
And she gon drive me crazy

[2 x Hook:]

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Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

I got this girl thats so sedictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu, time machine tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she f-ck is winners
To take her to the mall she don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl…

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Go go, keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money on my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennesse to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Your bitch on my Johnson cause I’m ballin’ like I’m larry
And I play my part. I’m out here with the bosses
She know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Now go there keep going throwin that big booty thong
And she wear her heart on her sleeve
ow she just Com des Garcon’ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl
My new bitch, ya old girl
She buss it open for me like a show girl
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl…

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

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In the club goin hard ngga know I got em wreck
In the kitchen whip it nggas know I got that sack
And this btch going hard, know I got them wreck
In the kitchen whip it nggas know I got that sack

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yeah yeah yeah

we’re black and white and i’m color black
all i see is green dollars sense
i’m .. got it

hook:
black on black hoody with the black man
white on white whips and a real match
world black and white i’m coming black
all i see them green little dollars ..
black on black hoody with the black man
white on white whips and a real match
world black and white i’m coming black
all i see them green little dollars ..

try to worry nigga though man
i switch the hundred 50 .. i am
whole world black and white ..
..ass nigga i could tell a snitch
no cartoons i was setting .. birds
nigga ain’t from the .. got a lot of nerves
i just pull up on my .. the purp
smoking with the ..we call the ..
and i see a six hundred i’ll wait
talking .. cut the price ..
mister day hard move the world’s face
whole bunch of white .. in the blick bay
i just wanna see some green and some ..
and to makin money fly watch the strippers dance
shawty says she likes get in i should call a ray
total of black and white girl

[hook:]

is gucci mane calling stevie wonder
i don’t’ see these haters i just see the numbers
i just see the money, i just see the ..
drop the top on the burk i just see the summer
bunch of oj white guys in my pocket
i stash the .. and forgot the ..
i might cash shot i might benz ..you’re going ..
but you’re leaving in the glass high
nigga with my gucci shades on i got 9 vision
.. in my worry like ..
and evert day i’m on dough you wont’ staright pass
i don’t see you niggas is like a ..
yeah i’m calling blind i’m like yellow ..
i like my cope white i like my cush strong
so nigga tune in my life with my movie
say is a .. the nigga cold ..

[hook:]

all i see is dare people, all i see is dare people
red dot shot shot i see there people
should em do a snap back make his hair ..
party camp, party camp had enough a nigga to my body camp
ayo 15 on a lot of .. snipe a kid so that bitch don’t’ make none sound
..with them blue tips, 20 shot clip there she move shit
white car that’s my cool whip feel movin 8 balls without a pull stick
..bitch i don’t see no colors but i see you’re hatin ass mother f*ckers
i got some low niggas that do you dirty
free charge too they just swore put some working

[hook:]

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always holiday season

is gucci to war don ‘t try to fuck me to cousins
i try to model their living
they turning me into new cousins
like i’m buzzin i’m trippin
my prescription they pissin
got a cold in addiction what the hell are you living
.. bitch

is gucci to war don‘t try to fuck me to cousins
i try to model their living
they turning me into new cousins
like i’m buzzin i’m trippin
my prescription they pissin
got a cold in addiction what the hell are you living

i got a play for prescription i might check out them bitches
for the ... them bitches
i got a coke at .. by the .. on chicken but he just .. he got a bad new chicken
i got a chick that be boosted
give me gucci and .. ..for the p**sy and hit no cost me a penny
..this penny .. i need to give me a man ‘cause they keep rolling the gas

hook:
see food fish .. what a cook book
is just another recipe at the cook book
see food fish .. what a cook book
is just another recipe at the cook book

today i’m cooking ..i take bully money
try to make ..spend it on the watch
one thing by my menu
we never sell it squatch
i was 15 at the selling rocks
runnin back from the car tryin ..
fish ..order is just when the shit glitter
it take the more soda ..
baby mama drive ..she don’t get pull over
yeah she do ..on the fuck with the soda
she ain’t got shit to say shit to say like i tola ..

2 x hook:
see food fish .. what a cook book
is just another recipe at the cook book
see food fish .. what a cook book
is just another recipe at the cook book

she say he harder than the ..
he gotta prove it out for shoes on my own school
just to do it from the ..be my coop
i had to lose it i lost the ..playin gospel music
‘cause i don’t lie i don’t listen to the p**sy
ask me gucci you keep calling ..
light hit the and you can call me ..
girl stick it to the ..’cause my gang do ti
before ..that i take a hold down ..
and i ain’t talk it to the.. i don’t give a ..
you get on your job you gotta prove it
..with this fire i might just abuse it

[hook:]

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Intro( gotti talking)
Aye say ma, you know I wanna apologize for any and everything I ever put
You through, and I also wanna let you know that any hurt I caused it was
Non intentional. I’m here to tell you I’m sorry.

Verse 1
Mama, I just wanna apologize for 20 some years of pain now I realize
All this shit I put u through, back and forth to juvenile ma ian have a
Clue
When grandma went to church, I was selling work
Walked up in Trezevant high wit dat 38 under my shirt
They tried to kick me out mama came act a damn fool
They let me right back in, but wat I go and do
Skipped class, catch me on all 3 lunches, smoking og kush a nigha had da
Munchies
All the hurt I caused high speed chases from da laws
Neighborhood gang fight a nigha done it all
Ma overall I just want a better life
For you and my sister that’s why I start sellin’ white
Ma every night and every day
I contemplate about da day dey came took chuck away
Den I wasn’t afraid, to go to jail
Dats when I hit da streets, start givin’ dese nighas hell
But in yo eyes, I know dat wasn’t da right choice
I thank you for yo love and support
Dats why I jus wanna pologize.

Chorus x4
(Cause you know I messed up baby)
Yeah, a this dis real life shit homie
See nighas make musik
I make musik from the heart
A drama you know I jus tell it how I live it homie
Dats da only way I know how

Verse 2
Daddy he a OG brutha he was a hustla too
Shit run in my bloodline
What the fuck you think imma do
Mama down bad
Car repoed and the rent was due
Fo I let her starve I’m off da porch without a fuckin’ clue
Pistol in my hand no mask
Who would ever knew
Goon turned rapper to millionaire
Look what life a do
Mama got a big house on the hill and it’s white too
Think she goin’ cocaine crazy jus got a white coupe
Mama say she proud of me
All dese nighas who doubted me
Raised me ta be a real nigha
Memphis brought it out of me
Ridgecrest apartments
Slangin’ dope down on Garland
Feds givin’ out too much time, fuck it um robbin’
Mama say she gon pray fa me
Know dat dey got a place fa me
Told her I had a plan
And this musik gon make a way fa me
Sorry fa all the pain
Tears and all the shame
But mama you know I love ya
And I promise u imma change (I am)
Outro (Gotti talking’)
Hands in da air
U know I speak fa all real nighas around the world
Nigha we fall we get back up
We make mistakes we make up nigha
You feel me
You ever got yo mama do kicked in
Jumped out da rental car and now you had to leave it there.
Know what um sayin’, this dat life homie
And to my nighas who lost dey life in dese streets
Fo dey got a chance to tell dey mama dey sorry
Aye gotti gon tell her fa you homie.

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