| Aye, you know I’m cocaine-crazy right?
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| (Looks like a blowout)
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| These niggas go white this, white that
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| Quit fucking with me (White everything)
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| Aye li’l bitch I fuck with talk 'bout she want white cat
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| You know this my city nigga! |
| (Ho, you crazy)
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| Pussy ass nigga
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| (Cocaine 4)
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| I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside
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| Marshmallow paint, 49er's on the inside
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| Touchdown, a nigga going long
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| Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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| 210 on the dash, blue jean inside
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| White wit' blue top, like the Yankees when I come past
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| Home run, that boy out the park
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| Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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| Streets talking, Gotti been doing good
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| Niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood
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| You know how that go, niggas say you don’t fuck with 'em
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| Truth be told when I was hustlin' I ain’t fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em)
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| Same nigga still owe me on a pack
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| Think a nigga forgot because I’m rappin'? |
| (Nah)
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| When I get off the road, I shoot back to my town
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| New whips, new watch, fuck with me, it’s going down
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| Own family hating, niggas looking mad
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| Guess it be little better if a nigga was doing bad
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| But momma got a smile
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| Brother still wild
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| I gotta get this money, I just had another child
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| They say I’m getting fat, guess I’m eating good
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| 20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, (Yo Gotti),
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| Sometimes I think back, I could’ve went fed
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| This a chance in a lifetime, I gotta think ahead
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| I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside
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| Marshmallow paint, 49ers on the inside
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| Touchdown, a nigga going long
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| Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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| 210 on the dash, Blue jean inside
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| White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come past
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| Home run, that boy out the park
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| Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
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| My city rooting for me, the club owners mad
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| 'Cause I won’t come to kick it for under twenty-five bands
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| And you taking it personal I’m just tryna feed my man’s
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| See you ain’t a real nigga so that’s something you wouldn’t understand
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| But if it weren’t for my homeboys and if it weren’t for my fans
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| I would’ve been clicked on you bitches
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| Doing a quarter off in the can
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| But I’ma keep on grinding and keep on shining
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| 'Cause that’s what you can’t stand
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| And I’ma kill you bitches softly every time I ride pass
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| What the fuck make you wanna compete with me?
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| Like you street as me
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| Running 'round here talking down
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| Bitch, you ain’t use to be with me
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| Bitch, you ain’t use to tote heat with me
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| Bitch, you ain’t use to eat with me
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| Bitch I was thuggin' in Ridgecrest
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| Yo funky ass was somewhere down the street
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| Yo fuck ass ain’t no real G
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| Tell me where they do that at
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| Gang bang in yo neighborhood
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| But 'round me wouldn’t even throw up your set
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| Motherfuckers do anything for a check, okay, that’s cool
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| But don’t fuck around and let Project Pat or Juicy J get your ass wet
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| On another note, I’m the same nigga wit' mo' paper and more bigger
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| And whenever I’m in town, bitch, I’m right here on Shady Vista
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| My jewelry on, and my car parked, my shirt off with no pistol
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| Ain’t none, nigga gon' take nothin'
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| My li’l niggas a shake some
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| My li’l niggas got mo' paper, my li’l niggas don’t even rap
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| Runnin' 'round talk 'bout you got signed
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| Bitch, you still living in the trap
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| I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside
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| Marshmallow paint, 49er's on the inside
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| Touchdown, a nigga going long
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| Field goal, extra point a nigga going strong
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| 210 on the dash, blue jean inside
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| White wit blue top, like the Yankees when I come past
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| Home run, that boy out the park
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| Bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Touchdown , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album Cocaine Muzik 4: Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп