winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10, on my way to
Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up
i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands
shots at us that is only obvious the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it bet I got some slippers
got juice with an ultimate ??? You think you got game, with that favour to your brain? FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame I represent
what I'm sayin'? I got my jammy with me at all times, you know what I'm sayin'? They can't take this one thing away from me That's got more power than
tried to murk him, most them got fount Some turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got
whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take bricks I'm like a waitress in the trap I got
this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas From out your circle, you can'
at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got
my rims coast me ten of them thangs gucci yo gotti the king soulja done did it again this team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys (chorus) (yo gotti) money
here we blow treez Yo, yo, my bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground
I got it, come on, nigga Oh, oh, yeah, yo Yeah, get, nigga Redman got fire, nigga Shots'll ring your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo are fuckin
wait, keep yo' hands high Yo, yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point O I get bagged, I'm John
because I rock with jay I'm on that cali good but I'm not in l.a I'm somewhere halfway between there and the bay I like them broosy bras I like round the way I
yo All my friends call me stout I just had to bring 'em back Flamboyant baby You know I had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I
have ya like [Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}] {La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like) {La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies I
