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YO GOTTI lyrics : "Off Da Top Of Da Head Pt 2"

[Gotti:]
A leo I want you to give me an in instrumental
[Leo:]

Aite what kind
[Gotti:]
I wanna do that off da top of da head %#@! again

[Leo:]
Aite
[Gotti:]

Let's slo dat %#@! down this time
[Leo:]
You $#&@ with this

[Gotti:]
Yeah I $#&@ with this
[Leo:]

Aite
[Gotti:]
You know how we do it right

[Leo:]
%#@! you no I been doin thid to


[Verse 1:]
It go capital C Capital M he talk work but he from da M and he's a real
^!$$% (I am) free Tip tell my partnas off in Forrest City tour bus in da

Hood I took my whole apartments with me if ya want me come and get me I'm
Waitin on ya I got dat K with the mother$#&@in shank on it realest ^!$$% in
It I bet the bank on it (beep) shots fired man down no prank homie


[Verse 2:]
They say I'm well rounded did a song with Wiz and wale shoutout to Vegas

Chillen qt milli just to parle my ^!$$% $#&@ what you say I got a spot in
Da A now keep them choppas on deck so you can get shot in the A I take a
Shot of Ciroc I got a bottle of Ace I shake it up pop the top and squirt

That %#@! in ya face you throw a rock and hide ya hands say that %#@! to my
Face I guess you want be satisfied until they give me a case a dis dat
Cocain 6 realest %#@! in da streets ^!$$%s know when they see me I'm a go

CMG I&E ^!$$%s know we in these streets this that Cocain 6

[Verse 3:]

A lot of ^!$$%s talkin loud dog but they don't want no beef lot of rappers
Yappin bout that work but they ain't in no streets quarter ounce $$# ^!$$%
You will never equal me now all that gangsta %#@! you talkin don't mean

Nothing to me biggest ^!$$% in my city so the haters target me I'm A1 just
Like my door so they gone have to market me wonder if I didn't have this
Money would these (*##$es $#&@ a G don't know the answer to that question

So sometimes that bothers me bothers me bothers me really really really
Really bothers me I'm standin on the couch where the models be you can
Catch me in the club where the bottles be gettin my money I'm a Kick my

Feet up told yung zilla we gone feed up (*##$ bend over I bet you can't
Beat up pull my dick out bet you gone eat up we on chill you can't read us
Best take notes try and be usin these streets everyday gone take a navy to

Defeat us choppas chop I'm gone rock I push that button it's gone be war
Have them ^!$$%s with them choppas at yo mammy front door have yo
Grandmammy hollin oh lord on the church floor bring my baby back all black

All that and more it's a long line lights on it look like a funeral ^!$$%
Playin with Gotti had him killed that's how the rumor go my life ain't no
Rumor doe I seen a hoe rumor doe my shooters got shooters you gettin money

But you goons are broke that %#@! don't make sense to me maybe they should
Get we me I&E yo life ain't worth %#@! to me but a brick to me and I just
Count a hundred to a chicken b you will never get to me charges never stick

To me realest I can be (*##$es be lickin me suckin me and $#&@in me the
City know what's up with me ^!$$% you a fan of me just want to shake the
Hand of me you the type to see me out and say man you just playin with me

Apologizin and askin for advice I'm the type to say $#&@ you and yo boss I
$#&@ed his wife.




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