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Holla At Me
Yo Gotti
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20 G's on the coupe, G's on the boost
Off that lean and that goose, got them P's of that fruit
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Got dro by the pound, 'gnac by the fifth
Dope by the thousands, I'm that kind of bitch
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
We pull up on the side, I seen them in the mirror
My music too loud, nigga I can't even hear ya
I'm flyin' through the block, top down
Make them see the shine on my chops, that iron in the spot
A Chi-town spitter, queen of this shit
I never bow down, nigga catch you live 'round here
See I'm far from a loser
Put that on my label and my artist Young Bruiser
Call me young shooter, M.O.E. recruiter
Spent too many grands tryna show you this a Muller
Blame it on my jeweler, on that Ferris Bueller
Tryna catch a villa and a cottage out in Europe
Bubble kush and syrup, tell that bitch say, "Hear up"
Rollin' up my swisher while I spit that bloody murder
Watch me get that paper while you bitches lick your skirt up
Try me, Mr. Hater, I'ma hit you with that birda
Watch that body burn up
20 G's on the coupe, G's on the boost
Off that lean and that goose, got them P's of that fruit
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Got dro by the pound, 'gnac by the fifth
Dope by the thousands, I'm that kind of bitch
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
I met her at the red light, she was in a Honda
I just want some brains in the front seat of the Hummer
She's a very freaky girl and I'm a D-boy
And it's a dope man's world, she's a dope man's girl
I want a shawty like I'm Plies, buy her drinks like I'm T-Pain
And cop pop bottles like I'm Baby or Lil Wayne
I'm killin' like I'm Cam, I'm ballin' like I'm Jones
Six figures for the whip, seven figures for the home
Sometimes I think I'm dreamin', I can't even believe it
If I am, don't wake me up 'cause I'd rather be sleepin'
My homeboys done and I'm so tired of weepin'
All I know is strap up, ride out, make it murkin' season
White stuff on me, white on white Benz
It make it kinda hard to determine my haters from my friends
Yo Gotti, D-boy, why should I pretend?
If I had to do it over, I'd do this shit again
20 G's on the coupe, G's on the boost
Off that lean and that goose, got them P's of that fruit
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Got dro by the pound, 'gnac by the fifth
Dope by the thousands, I'm that kind of bitch
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
I'm paper motivated, shout out to those who hated
Clean whip with Shawnna that clean bitch, ayy shawty, I mean this
That lean got me turtle-talkin'
I hustle hard, that soft and that purple goblin
Work a bargain, geeked up, I'm a syrupaholic
Pill dealer, a real nigga, a skirt-a call it
I get with you, she fuckin' somethin' okay
Them drawers hit the floor when she step into my foyer
A sucka nigga, no way, we in the club, Rosรฉ
My eyes red, lay high with cabana and Dolce
My smile is a bright sight, a muthafuckin' showcase
Game, yeah, I got it and I spit it in a ho face
20 G's on the coupe, G's on the boost
Off that lean and that goose, got them P's of that fruit
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Got dro by the pound, 'gnac by the fifth
Dope by the thousands, I'm that kind of bitch
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
Holla at me shawty, holla at me
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