| This ya boy Yo Gotti
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| Street Tunes Productions
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| We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
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| D Boys, this a gangsta party
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| Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
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| All my hot girls bop for me
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| Go 'head and drop for me
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| D Boys rock with me
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| Come buy the bar with me
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| Dime pieces smile for me
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| And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
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| Throughout the crowd with me
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| This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
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| Niggas who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain’t no thing
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| Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
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| Back pockets hangin' low because I got a Glock in it
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| Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y’all niggas don’t know
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| Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
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| Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y’all niggas wanna call me
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| Call me for a hot sixteen I’mma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
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| But I don’t sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
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| Bitches get freaky niggas get crunk and don’t know how to act
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| I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
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| Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it
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| I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
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| Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
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| Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I’m switchin' lanes
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| I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don’t cloud my screen
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| Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they
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| ain’t
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| I’m posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
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| Ya violate my gangsta partner then it’s bodies droppin'
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| I just come to party, get at shorty head
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| Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
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| I’m like all these hoes gon' get it man
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| One of these hoes gon' get it man
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| From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
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| Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
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| No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
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| Still thugged out and it ain’t no secret
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| I got my paper out the drug zones
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| I got my paper out the gutter man
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| Sellin' bud man with my brother man
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| If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
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| You’d see why Gotti still love the game
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| My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
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| Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low
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| This for all my street niggas and bitches
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| From M Town to H-Town
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| Free Pimp C, shit
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| Here we come, we keepin' it trill
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| Ain’t no need to ask if you see
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| Ain’t nobody gon' keep it triller than me
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| Myself and I that’s Bun B
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| I’m a G, I’m a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
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| I’m ball all out with the biggest G’s and spit and throw the sixteen
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| When it come down to the south you know that I’m holdin' the key
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| I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
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| Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
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| If the trunk is popped it’ll show in neon get it together
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| Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
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| Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
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| Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
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| People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
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| Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
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| We the G’s and don’t try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
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| Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
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| I’m ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
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| Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone’s invited |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Party , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album Back 2 Da Basics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп