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Gotti Boogie
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(Damn, Boodie, you did this one)
Yeah, nigga
Say can y'all hear me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Hey, how you doin'? What's your name? It's Mr. Yank the Fully
Best be covered in the blood of Jesus if he runnin' to me
Applyin' pressure, moms ain't trippin', know she raised a bully
Put your feet together, swing your arms and hit the Gotti boogie
Three niggas dead, one nigga lived, it was a sweet success
Taxing for the coup, but I don't knox it, eat the meat for less
Christmas list, that nigga should've said he needs some legs
Swervin' with no proper, be your ass, you better use your head
Apologetic for my steppin', sike, I fuckin' lied
Wish that I could watch them niggas die a hundred thousand times
Thought that I was loafin' with no pole, he must've lost his mind
Stop it, I be tryna bump it out, but niggas hard to find
What's kind of sweet, but I ain't fuckin' with her aftertaste
Devil intersectin', hit the road, I got a bag to chase
Off that yay, seein' shit that all these cameras can't
In that fishbowl, I hope you knowin' that y'all ass is fame
You Miss Piggy in my loaf, be livin' life for real
Postin' all them posts, but ain't gon' blow, that's how you die for real
Is they gon' slide for what's-his-name? I'm guessin' time'll tell
Fuckin' for the fun, but ain't no ho and, shit, you might as well
Hey, how you doin'? What's your name? It's Mr. Yank the Fully
Best be covered in the blood of Jesus if he runnin' to me
Applyin' pressure, moms ain't trippin', know she raised a bully
Put your feet together, swing your arms and hit the Gotti boogie
Three niggas dead, one nigga lived, it was a sweet success
Taxing for the coup, but I don't knox it, eat the meat for less
Christmas list, that nigga should've said he needs some legs
Swervin' with no proper, be your ass, you better use your head
Portrayin' gangster on the 'Gram, that man a catfish
Movie time, I'm steady chasin' chicken, not this fat bitch
Popped a nigga, post a pole for sale, bro, you can have this
Can't put my trust up in a bro, it's givin' half-bitch
Sparked the fully in my favor, then I'll love your life
I can say it's funk if we bump heads and ain't bust your pipe
Brother, you are not a trophy, you don't have no stripes
Nigga, you don't have no stripes
Hey, how you doin'? What's your name? It's Mr. Yank the Fully
Best be covered in the blood of Jesus if he runnin' to me
Applyin' pressure, moms ain't trippin', know she raised a bully
Put your feet together, swing your arms and hit the Gotti boogie
Three niggas dead, one nigga lived, it was a sweet success
Taxing for the coup, but I don't knox it, eat the meat for less
Christmas list, that nigga should've said he needs some legs
Swervin' with no proper, be your ass, you better use your head
Nigga, I said swervin' with no proper, be your ass, you better use your head
Nigga, Say can y'all hear me though
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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