Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Jackin 4 Beats lyrics

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I told my dawgz we was gon be rich one day. 
HA Muthafuka I'm rolling, top drop in that lamborghini 
bitch.
Tell it from wet willies 
I just had a few martini's on the beach, 
Ms Dior and she got on a bikini. 
Pussy niggas 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 
Nigga 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 niggas m.i.a 
Don't you get it twisted its north memphis till my 
dying day
Rolling 
Live from the kitchen bitch thats on the way 
Cm6 gangster grillz
We the moast anticipate 
Streets mad damn gotti you had the whole world Waitin
Had to cook that shit again make sure it wasn't no soda 
taste
I'm tha ether out the beaker streets been tweakin for 
that gangster shit
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 niggas 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 shit
Gave my bitch my card n she just buyin shit.
I got a whole buncha bitches 
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 niggas workin wit the feds you wouldn't believe 
it
So no mo talkin on phones
Meetin no niggas talkin on songs
Regular nigga you ain't built like me
Gangster of the year I don't need no songs
That's regular weed nigga that ain't no strong
You a regular nigga so I know what you on.
Regular bitches doin extra ordinary shit
Head 3 hours long
Red bottom red bottom for my bitches
This jackin four beats so dj drama gone switch it.
Yeah I'm on my fuck the world chris brown shit they 
trynaa hold me down shit
I came up wit anotha hit and they came back around 
bitch 
Fuck the industry fake muthafuckas 
Niggas from yo city be the biggest hatin muthafuckas
Muthafucka 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 nigga 
Gun abuser
Look at me now I'm gettin paper
Farahi 450a for my hater
Had a session wit wiz he smokin paper
My niggas smoke blunts and we kickin shit feelin 
taylor'd
Trap house wide open, 31 flavors
Dope boy old school shit I need a pager
Junkies wanna get high now but pay me later nigga I 
wont finance work I got no favors
White spider
White canem 
Custom chrome rims bitch thats a couple bricks of yam. 
I am
Asap stay strapped pussy nigga get slapped
They need too free my nigga Tip asap 
Next award show first pussy nigga get slapped red 
carpet red bottoms nigga fresh up out the trap
White cars white house I put it down round the map
DOPE BOY SHIT.
Ridin in the all white jag wit tha music too the max 
yellin free bad ass
For I ever cashed a check I sold white out glad bags
Weighed up on the scale a couple million pounds of 
grass
Its dry asap
I'm end up in a bag cause them niggas in my hood goin 
hard and I ain't playin 
DOPE BOY SHIT 
Handle all problems asap 
Pay the lawyer what he want and get the case throwed 
out RICH NIGGA SHIT. 
Hit the louie store and go and buy it out 
SNITCH NIGGA SHIT
Catch a case and go an work it out 
BITCH NIGGA SHIT
Need too get it cured asap
Nigga I don't wanna hear it hit you dead in yo mouf
REAL NIGGA SHIT
Am what I am that's that DOPE BOY, STREET NIGGA, I'D 
DIE FOR MY RESPECT
Nawf memphis 901 nigga yeah thas where I'm at
And if a nigga lookin for me he can find me in the 
crest 
Posted up all day third wheelin hallway
Shootin dice wit my niggas tryin ta jump a hard 8
I got money money on my mother fuckin mind
All these twitter ass gangstas beefin on my time line
Log off SHUT IT DOWN
Nigga go and get a 9 ride down on that pussy let em 
know whats on yo mind. 
THEY SAY I'm PROMOTING CRIME
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