Aye you know im cocaine crazy right?
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These niggas go
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White dis, white dat
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(Quit fucking with me, white everything)
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A lil bitch i fuck with talk bout she want white cat
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You know dis my city right?
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(Hoe you crazy)
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Pussy ass nigga
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I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
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Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the yankees when i come past
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Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good
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Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood
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You know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em
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Same nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
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When i get off the road I shoot back to my town
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New whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down
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Own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,
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But momma got a smile, brother still wild, i gotta get this money i just had another child,
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They say im gettin fat, guess im eatin good
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20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
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Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead
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I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
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Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
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Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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My city rootin for me, the club owners mad
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Cause i wont come to kick it for under 25 bands
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And u taking it personal im just tryna feed my mans
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See u aint a real nigga so dats sumthin u wouldnt understand
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But if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans
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I would of been clicked on u bitches and doin a quarter off n da can
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But imma keep on grindin, keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand
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Imma kill u bitches softly every time i ride pass
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What da fuck make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me
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Running round here talking down bitch u aint use to be wit me
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Bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me, bitch u aint use to eat wit me
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Bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo funky ass was somewhere down da street
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Yo fuck ass aint no real g, tell me where dey do dat at
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Gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set
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Motherfuckers do anything for a check, ok dats cool
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But dont fuck around and let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
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On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper and mo bigger
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And whenever im in town bitch im rite here on shady vista
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My jewelry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol
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Aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn
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My lil niggas got mo paper, my lil niggas dont even rap, bitch
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Runnin round talk bout u got signed, bitch u still livin in da trap!
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I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
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Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i come past
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Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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Touchdown
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Yo Gotti |