- Yo Gotti Cases 歌詞
- Yo Gotti
- We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases
Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix Go up down up down my top doing the matrix I'll need a model we don't ride shit basic Everything kitty cocaine crazy Bitch they hit my phone they f**ked up my situation DJ droppin' Gotti dope boy's all went cray Shoot a thousand bet a thousand gambling with your savings Kitchen doing numbers I may need a helper Bitch said she wasn 't f**king so you know a nigga left her Rozay by the cases rubbers by the boxes They all that I'm the shit so how the f**k she gon' be cocky Yeah these hoes be foxy yeah my eyes be rockin' I pulled up in that white cutlass 4:15 that bass was droppin' We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix I am gearin' to the money all upper cases Trap on fire I stay down the street from Satan Hell on Earth I say hello to my neighbor Ghetto nigger got a mansion and I'm still stealing cable Still air force ridin' I should get sky mileage Try me in the club we gon' whoop your ass inside it All my hoes excited damn yo weed is quiet Plug getting mad cause he think I'm gon' retire Just had a case lawyer ask for a dismissal Real d-boy I gotta settle for some Christmas Me and Yo Gotti from Atlanta down to Memphis Getting money I could pay you nigga fool pay attention We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix Favorite rapper dead so the gamin' got borin' Pulled up in some foreign drop the top and hit the horn Snatched out doin' a hundred they like Gotti where ya goin' I got a bitch from THU I'm ' bout to scoop her from the dorm Yeah we doin' the matrix call her children of the corn F**kin' somethin' ain't right 'n she gon' swallow my unborn Friends say she whorrin' talkin' bout she goin' Say she want that Luis bag I asked her which one It's not a big issue nigga know my ho can get it I could get your bottle truckload fill up my whole kitchen Why these niggas bitchin when they come downto they bitches All these excuses all this trickin man I guess they just ain't get me We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix We cop Rozay by the cases Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases in the kitchen doin' the matrix
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