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๐Ÿ‘ค The Real Tune โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Gotti 3 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:49
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9 Yeah, if you got a problem,
I'm Einstein Yeah, I'm yawnin' I'm so tired of ballin' Yeah,
Only selling work to them workaholics Got guns bigger than you nigga,
I don't fuck with new niggas I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody
give you rhythm I got animal all in my flo' Take your shoes off at
the door Niggas feed these bitch's lies,
nigga don't food poison my ho I buy my drugs for the low,
like a coupon on at the store My nigga's like Kanye with that good My
nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow Niggas be sayin' they racked
up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke I know you want a pat on
the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke I saw yo' bitch
and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go Boy I get up in that
pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know Nigga's be trippin'
over these ho's, I done came too far to get close I've been outchea
gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf If you stick your
neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat Nigga's be
lukewarm at the most And when I'm through ballin' I coach Shout out
to my nigga Mack Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost I'm still coming
off the top of the dome But it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don't even know These nigga's sayin'
they playa's, they ain't even scored My bitch rolling my weed,
she don't even smoke Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses,
nigga Uh My cologne illegal in nine countries I found a way like it
was hiding from me Yeah, my weed good, my sex better Bitch,
don't text me no long letters I'm ahead of the game,
I need a blowjob Most of these ho's ain't got no job And these
nigga's goin' buy em' everything You goin' fuck around,
and get the ho robbed I'm ahead of the game,
I need a haircut Used to hug the block,
I mean bear hug And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat,
like snare drums I woke up this morning,
dick rock hard Dick harder than a armadilla' MLK would be proud of
me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's Her mouth, pussy,
or asshole, life is full of hard decisions If she ain't fuckin',
she get the boot Let me write this bitch a parking ticket Ain't got
time for love life All I know is get paid I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids I got my own shoes, SLIME T,
I feel like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift,
man these nigga's been dead Uh,
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know I woke up and
acted like I didn't even know her,
yeah Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's,
you already know us I'm looking for that loud pack,
weedman bring the noise Yeah Pass that weed to the next nigga Blunt
longer than a tongue twista Ho's want this scud missile I'mma ball,
like Crystal Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol New money,
no wrinkles I'm hard headed, Ocho Dedication Cinco Uh What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ I'm working that
graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead 5!

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