| Ooooh
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| Niggas like talk yo shit Gotti, these niggas don’t know what’s up
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| Nigga hating on you, you boutta tell em
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| It’s coooooool
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| (Hahaha) This the money call right now
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| Look, old money, new niggas I don’t really feel 'em
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| Copped that Lamb off the lot, I can’t wait to kill 'em
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| New crib like the mall, can’t fill the closets
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| Back n forth to the bank, too many deposits
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| And that’s cool, rockin 'em Robins and Giuseppes
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| Niggas ungrateful ain’t no more happy
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| Please quit axin me for them selfies (Urgh)
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| I don’t take pictures with niggas, (Can't do that)
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| I take em picture with hoes
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| He got a bitch and she cheat on him wit bitches
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| Them my relationship goals
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| Old problems, new beef, shit may never end
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| If we ain’t broke bread, got no money, we ain’t friends
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| Quit callin me bruh, I ain’t yo brother, nigga we ain’t kin
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| (We ain’t brothas)
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| Blood thicker than water, nigga nah, shit thin
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| Whole label got me here honestly
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| I got em young gangstas under me
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| I got them niggas gon gun for me
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| I’m trynna get me a hunnid piece
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| On the cool I’m talkin like a hunnid mill
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| Multi-millionaire but I’m a hunnid still
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| Shotgun duplex with a hunnid thou
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| I can show you how a hunnid feel
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| I can show you how a hunnid click up
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| If you fuck up then you lose a twenny-five
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| Half a quarter for twenny five
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| Partna under twenty one and got a twenty-five (Ooooh)
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| Lawyer paid, bonds, made niggas got a friend (Got a friend)
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| You got a bond, yo patna left ya in jail (That ain’t real)
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| Same nigga give you chopper tell you go kill (Yaaw niggas)
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| That what yo niggas call real then I guess I ain’t real
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| Industry fake and you know that shit
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| Niggas be hating over hoes n shit
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| Bitches fuck up cuz they slick n shit
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| You swear to God that yo know yo bitch (But do you really?)
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| But I know the bitch better, keep that a secret (But that’s coooool)
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| I can tell you sum shit about the bitch’s secrets (Oh really)
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| You buying the bitch baths (??) trying your best to keep her
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| But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets
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| Why these niggas still killin, 'bout these pennies, I don’t really get it
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| And I’m good wit to my niggas, millions, guess I’m still hustlin till the team
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| win it
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| Super bowl, Championship, why these niggas still jumpin ship?
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| Bury me with a hundred thou, pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip
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| Ay I’m boutta get hit with the RICO
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| You niggas go snitchin like Nino (You ain’t New York City till the feds came
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| home)
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| Don’t jump in the water, you Nemo
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| (Don't jump in the water with the sharks, boy)
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| All the hustla niggas that’s aloof |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rico, artist - Yo Gotti. Album song Cocaine Muzik 5: White Friday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп