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YO GOTTI lyrics : "I Got Them"

(feat. Lil Wayne, Birdman)

Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval, you feel me?,Energy or i see like ^!$$% it must be they got us $#&@ed up, they got us $#&@ed up, they got us $#&@ed up we been movin birds (*##$, they got us $#&@ed up, they got you $#&@ed up, then get you $#&@ed we been movin birds (*##$


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Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and %#@! (x2)


I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman...
I Got Em'


[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
Money to be made best believe a ^!$$% clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a (*##$ to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see ^!$$%s tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and enough for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and ^!$$% might sign ya, you rap about me and a ^!$$% might find ya,but nuttin in ya $$# with ya hair right behind ya, DOPE GAME !#$* let his mamma worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I

Got Em'

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[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da 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 memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, (*##$ ^!$$%s gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese ^!$$%s lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot em - ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'


[Chrous]


[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them (*##$es cuz ^!$$% i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a (*##$ ridin fly so high, you love that, it's grind time, ^!$$% been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbage bag flats, want the money and the power, real ^!$$%s gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, flushed out ^!$$% keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the line best believe you gettin gat


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