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YO GOTTI lyrics : "King Shit"

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Oh this a hit ^!$$%
With no words on it


[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi

I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
(*##$ bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'mma make a ^!$$% feel it boy

My flow on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the (*##$
She down to $#&@, but I'm really into her friend

House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
(*##$ I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains

Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my (*##$ only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me

My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument

Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, #~!!@ where they do that?


[Verse 2: T.I.]
L.A. Reid cut the check for me
King %#@! and you know what it is

Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a ^!$$% look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, $#&@ the mother$#&@in dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion

I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' (*##$ $$#
If yo (*##$ bad, she get $#&@ed fast, ain't no romance

My diamond dancing in 3D ^!$$%
Like a vegas strip when you see me, ^!$$%
Your money wrong and my money long

And I'm playing with it like PE ^!$$%
Real ^!$$% no joke, don't think there ^!$$% no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum

In the carpet up under my car
And ^!$$% I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the ^!$$%s off Bankhead

Shawty, they taught me everything I know
I do whip it, who could care to dip it
Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city

Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a mother$#&@ing fact
I'm a real ^!$$%, $#&@ these rappers


[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
Door up, doors down

When I'm in the club, (*##$ it's going down
Shawty think it $#&@ed, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty $#&@in head down

I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down


[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
This that dope boy academy,them three letters been after me,(Who?)

The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete

Young black ^!$$% in a big white phantom
^!$$%, I look like a referee ^!$$%
They blowing the whistle they telling

I do the clam I'm chilling
This (*##$ turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin

They talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'ma real ^!$$% till the death of me

Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a mother$#&@in Brinx trunk

Standing in the kitchen, ^!$$%, trying to whip a brick up, uh!

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