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Real Shit – Yo Gotti

Ya (cmg)
This mixtape here
It’s strictly for the fans (yogottimusic.com)
Trust me!
I want my album to drop more than you
Call the fucking label and ask them what happening
Dear world, fuck it
Truly yours!
King

I’m on my grown man flow band up flow,
Nigga I jus brought a phantom off the showroom floor
See these niggas subtweeting, but his fans don’t know
He’s a pussy and I expose this nigga I said a hoe
In the streets niggas look up to gotti and I understand why
Ain’t on this slick shit nigga, I see eye to eye
Runnin around,talking down, playing games, nigga die
Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire!
(ay let the beat sing to em)
Look, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out
Little rappers playing with me
I’m trying to stop from clicking out
Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out
Security to try the arrest nigga, but instead they kicked me out
I’ve been going through a lot of shit, fucking with this model bitch
Baby momma left a nigga and now it hard to see the kids
Record label can’t get it right, they pushed the date back
Ross hit a nigga up try to put me on mayback
Tip hit a nigga up trying to give me grand hustle
All these niggas are my niggas and I respect the hustlers
Some of these niggas like my brothers
They’ve been real since day one
Realest nigga in it, I’ve been real since day one
And a nigga keep sayin I’m one song away
Fuck that, I’m 5 million dollars strong today!
[money machine sound]
[beep]
See when You heard me doing that money machine shit, nigga
That mean I got that mother fuck’n sack bro
Nigga I make M’s nigga
You know what I’m talkin about
I show these niggas how to do this shit I’m the blue print nigga
Show these niggas how to make these millions, nigga
And I ain’t drop shit but a nigga bitch off.
You know what I’m talkin about

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I’m in a two door coup
With a see through roof
And the a dope boy roll and a glock 9 too
Red bitch on the passenger, she semi cute
But her head some serious, so you know what it do
When I say I love my niggers, that mean I love my niggers
Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my niggers
I talk cocaine, cause I know cocaine
Ain’t on that criss cross shit
I’m trying to stay in my lane.
Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game
I’m strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim
They say Keep it real gotti I say I been doing that
They say the niggers are white, I say influence that
I’m on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid
But I ain’t fucked up with it
The streets know what it is
(I’m on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid)
(but I ain’t fucked up with it)
(the streets know what it is)

My little homies keep telling me to smash on em
Met a bad bitch and I spend a little cash on her
Cope a new whip so I left the paper tags on it
Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on it
Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on em
Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swagg on em
Zilla up next and I bet the pad on em
Soon as he said the name Cmg drop the bag on em
[beep]

I mean you know shit crazy
Cuz like the other night a nigga was in atlanta
We fucking around on the internet
And we see a moherfucking itunes ad
Like yo gotti Jan. 10th
I mean shit counted thru me for a loop
Cuz I didn’t know nothing about it
And its like dec. 23

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I’m a real nigga 1st, get money 2nd
Break bread with my niggas, we like family so respect it
Bad blood in the camp and nigga feel neglected
I try to work it out before it get all hecked
But if its about a bitch, just know I don’t respect it
And if you talking foul I hope its ain’t in my direction homie
I say if you talking foul I hope its ain’t in my direction homie

Ay see
I believe nigga got a problem they handle it
You don’t talk, you don’t tweet
If its all good its all good
Know what I’m talkin about

I’m from the city of the murders
Were industry niggas ain’t never heard of us
They be like who the fuck is gotti, nigga google me
Oh I’m a fuck nigga, that shit must be new to me
I’m damn near 30 and a nigga ain’t done shit to me
Put your hands on a real nigga then its 1st degree
Get it (pow)
Hit it (pow)
Split it
Thats all my niggas do is murk some
I’m trying to hurt some
Mego got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work some
That bitch bad as hell, she trying to twerk some
I’m give that bitch back to you cause she worst-some
I’m out
C-M-G
I’m king

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Rake It Up (Feat. Nicki Minaj) – Yo Gotti

Lirik lagu: Rake It Up (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
EarDrummers
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (ayy)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin’ bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why?)
‘Cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Bought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
All these gossipin’ ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin’, nigga, that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showin’ up in court
Bitch, we don’t do no gossipin’, we don’t do no arguin’
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (rumors, brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fuckin’ cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin’ like a bitch then why you still with him?

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

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Errrbody – Yo Gotti

Errrbody, this shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
Aye, I’m right back at em
I said this here for Errrbody, Errrbody
All Hustle, Errrbody, Errrbody

Heyyyyy
Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Go!
Errrbody say they got a hater
Errrbody got paper
I guess ain’t nobody broke
But who is me to be talking about the next nigga out here flexing? When I did it before
And who is you to talk about this whip ain’t mine?
When you see a nigga hit it with the top-down?
Oh, you sound like a hater on the front line
Imma hit the block for you one more time
Errrbody got something to say
Errrbody wanna hate if you ask me
Err bitch gay
In the club dancing on her friend trying to pretend
We ain’t know you go both ways
Err nigga think that shit cool
Don’t you be fooled
You should bring your friend home witcha
Tell ya eater her pussy, then you cant be mad
Cause you shouldn’t have gave me the wrong picture.

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But they not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

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Errrbody’s fuckin
Errrbody a bitch
Errrbody with the shit
That’s life!!
And every nigga try to fuck the next nigga bitch
Not knowing his bitch is the next nigga bitch
Hoes go rollin, it’s a check on my wrist.
Ooo, I’m about to blow a check in this bitch
Truth be told I don’t even drink
But I’m trying to turn up for a bitch

I know a lot of nobody’s wanna be somebody
Plug on the way that’s a new bugatti
25 bands, just fucked up 5
CMGE nigga that’s Errrbody
Nobody wanna be lame, know a lot of nobody’s but wont say nobody name
Nobody snatching my chain, true street nigga
I ain’t in nobody lane.

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Said This shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
I said there is shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
Errrbody, Errrbody

Errrbody going to the mall
Buying new designer
Niggas got a 100 dollar liner
Got a hermes H belt on some BG jeans
Child support looking high, don’t know where to find them
Couple of niggas balling in the club
Poppin bottles, buying booths
But if a nigga wanna know the truth
Still owe the plug, and he rented that coupe
And his watch ain’t real and his chain ain’t too.
Shorty got a million some followers
And a million some problems
But she’s a different person on the gram
Meet her in person you like shorty
Where all your purses, what about your hair, and car?
Shorty you ain’t got none
Errrbody need to be there self.
Errrbody Famous, ain’t regular people left.
Errrbody smoking on Cush, if you smoking regular
You know you gotta smoke by yourself.

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Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

This here for Errrbody
Errrbody, Errrbody
Yeah I got money, I put on Errrbody, Errrbody
Keep one in the hand, cause I don’t trust nobody, nobody
Imma pull it out and let it ride, Imma hit Errrbody Errrbody
I swear you can get it pussy nigga

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

I say the shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody!

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F*ck You (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid) – Yo Gotti

Lirik lagu: F*ck You (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you (Pussy), Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell yo bitch I said fuck

Me, Ass up Face down, one night only, I’m from out of town
Pound new rules, we ain’t waitin’ on it and if that pussy good
We spend cake on it, plane ticket, hotel, new bag, this Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers, If you a hater I just got 2 words

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
And Tell yo bitch I said fuck

And them bitches that you came with, All in my section drinking
My shit, you ain’t fucking, you ain’t sucking, Whatcha doin’ ho?
Instagram and taking pictures You don’t know me though. Damn, she
Say she a fan, Yea I understand but I wanna get in her pants
Cause she thick as fuck, plus she licking her tongue out. She says
She don’t fuck with rappers, I’m like whatchuu tall bout, Bitch

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(I got 2 words for you)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell a hater I said fuck…

Haters, nigga mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil’ watch with the jest, don’t let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book ‘bout money
Don’t pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
Once you reupof money better tell them hoes, bitch

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Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that bitch I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said

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