Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotti, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
Gotti |
| Say the judge or the jury can’t spoil this |
| Nah two thirds of the world’s most loyalest |
| I’mma shoot em |
| I’mma pay the bail I’m sure of this |
| I’mma kill em I’mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this |
| We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is |
| Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in |
| Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them |
| 38's 45's, all type of Taurus' |
| About to hit the bong pour the holy water in |
| Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering |
| Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in |
| Frank White’s three in the quarter taping your daughter in |
| Columbia with the connect putting the order in |
| Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience |
| Make sure you ain’t down to strap, get rid of all the prints |
| Do your homework on whoever you go to war against |
| I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends |
| And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy |
| And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby |
| And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting |
| And yeah we all went through our phases |
| We all went through our savings |
| Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving |
| And sometimes we had to be vegetables |
| That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat |
| I took the star out of starvation, bitch |
| I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade |
| Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade |
| Dropped out a nigga was getting paid |
| This when Birdman had a fade |
| This when Hummers didn’t come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made |
| This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn’t give two fucks |
| You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup |
| But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem’d up |
| And all them niggas that’s biting got they fins cut |
| I know real niggas gon' fuck with this |
| Like «that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout» |
| I know real niggas gon' fuck with this |
| Like «that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout» |
| And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |
| But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up |
| And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they’d get stuck |
| We’d clean our fingerprints up, we’d clean the shit we didn’t touch |
| This when niggas called Diddy Puff |
| Letting Biggie bump while I’m sitting up in that big body |
| I can show you a dead body |
| Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters |
| Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins |
| Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would’ve made cops |
| Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners |
| I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers |
| Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options |
| I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain’t copper |
| Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they’ve blossomed |
| Don’t know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire |
| I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y’all mailboxes |
| And dead man can’t talk and the Feds don’t have séances |
| Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy |
| And get through customs cause last time we just took em |
| I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin' |
| And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes |
| I know real niggas gon' fuck with this |
| Like «that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout» |
| I know real niggas gon' fuck with this |
| Like «that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout |
| And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |
| And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got |