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Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Lyrics, lETRA:
Ya Bih Lyrics

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Intro
Tay Keith, Fuck These Niggas Up-LYRICS-LETRAS

Verse 1 – Yo Gotti
I’m legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, run up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch, and I butted
Christian Louboutin, yea I been blooded
I’m not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won’t fit in the wallet
Cristopher wallets, everything B.I.G, we are the hunnids

Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fuckеd in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Verse 2
Wе made it to water, 60 minutes and I had the drugs off
How you let a bitch make you fall off
Ayy come get your bitch, Ima call off
A hundred misscalls, I block her
Oh yeah she determint, can’t stop her
She blew a bag at the doctor
60 brick
? impostor
Yeah my type of bitch don’t need nail nigga
She got a boutique and a cold figure
You know she young, she got an old nigga
And she gon’ keep it real if the hoes with ‘em
Bitch you be
??
Niggas be thirsty bitches won’t fuck with ‘em
She on a shiff for real
Got her ass done but it looked real
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Verse 3 – Moneybagg Yo
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our bitch (mine too)
We just gon’ keep it in your house
You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris
I took that bitch to a dope house
You see the difference is plenty (so many)
Handle that emotion you know Ima give it
And my eminent would a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some flicky
I’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles
Worry ‘bout go so smoke out
My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble
Get wet as a buss down
Told her stay out my business, go get you a bini
She talk to a vendor on Whats Up
He mad as a bitch let me find out, had his head holdin’ my hunnid’ come hide out
You the type little bitch get you for everything
In ‘n out I only know how play mine
Them niggas corny she fuck with the bread guy
Shot my shot, would have switch I got dead aim
Still wishin’ they had me
ex? bitches
You can pay me to pay attention
She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna fuck her way up get a meal ticket
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her

Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Letra
Ya Bih Letra

Yo Gotti – No Competition Lyrics, lETRA:
No Competition Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti
Yeah
Yeah
Shh, shh, shh, shh
(GnB)
Frrt, frrt, frrt (Yeah), frrt (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)

Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Niggas spending paper on these bitches like it’s competition
‘Fore I was a rich nigga, all I knew was stoves and kitchеns
Shorty got the bag with the big B, that’s a brick for it
Shorty got the AP on hеr wrist, it ain’t the lil’ boy
All my niggas bosses in the camp, it ain’t no lil’ boys
All my niggas’ll drill somethin’
All my niggas’ll— shh somethin’
You can’t eat off my table, lil’ nigga, you ain’t no real one
You ain’t got no money, nigga, that’s your fault, go and get you some
I lead by example
I was down bad fucked up, for example
Jumped in an Enterprise rental, went to Atlanta
Met a nigga with a hundred ‘bows and clamp ‘em (Give me that)
Remember me?
Ridin’ in a Chevy (Chevy), now I’m in a Phantom
Front row of the awards (Grammys) and I got the hammer
Lil’ bro smoking out the grammies, he ain’t got no manners
But he got some money and he taking care of his family
Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)

Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti
Everybody rich (Rich), ain’t no competition (Nah)
Everybody bitch (Bitch), slut her, then we switchin’ (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of niggas selling bricks
This ‘bout real as it gets (Ha)

Verse 2: Yo Gotti
It’s so many guns in this bitch, it’s like a competition
Call it repetition
I’m good with the numbers on the scale, I’m a mathematician
I’m going to the bank or to the jail with my niggas
I know my position (What’s that?), never tell on a nigga (Ever)
I just pray that FN never fail on a nigga (On God)
I can send a contract or a bale to a nigga
You go before that judge, they try to rail them a nigga (Damn)

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)
Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti
Everybody rich (Rich), ain’t no competition (Nah)
Everybody bitch (Bitch), slut her, then we switchin’ (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of niggas selling bricks
This ‘bout real as it gets (Ha)

Verse 3: Black Youngsta
Everybody ‘round my looking like Franklin on Snowfall (Gang)
I sold plenty blocks, I put my racks off in the Goyard (Gang)
Don’t try to cop no work from me if you know I don’t know y’all (Pussy)
I got plenty opps, ain’t trusting shit, I’ll probably blow y’all (Baow)
Thumb through that paper ‘cause that’s the type of shit I’m used to (Frrt)
I’m tryna spin that pussy block ‘til I knock him out his Fubu (Skrrt, baow, baow, baow)
That’s the way I do you, when you turn bitch, I don’t salute you (Pussy nigga)
Once you play foul with your dog, I swear, I can’t recruit you (Heavy Camp)
Heavy Camp shit, we still steppin’ on shit, we still take ‘em down (Gang)
I ain’t tryna compete with no nigga unless we bustin’ rounds
Stand to myself, lot of these niggas fake, I don’t want them pussies around
I ain’t looking for loyalty in none of these niggas ‘cause he in lost and found

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas, I’m always gon’ eat with my niggas (Beep, yeah)
Outro: Yo Gotti
I got lawyers on retainer
Riding with that Drac’ like I ain’t famous
You riding with it too, shit, I don’t blame you
We too close to these streets, this shit dangerous

Yo Gotti – No Competition Letra
No Competition Letra

Yo Gotti – If I Ever Thought Lyrics, lETRA:
If I Ever Thought Lyrics

Intro
For real, for real
Can you imagine being me?
Just know you can’t, for real
No drugs, whole lot of money, whole lot of speculations
You couldn’t even imagine

Verse
Can I think out loud? Can I tell myself I’m proud?
You ever looked in the mirror and said you foul ‘cause you living wild?
Can I speak out loud?
Is anybody listening? It may take a while
May have a lot to say, you heard me?
But this ain’t therapy
This that ex-drug dealer hall of fame jersey
This that kept it gangster in every song
I might be living wrong
This that in the kitchen cooking bricks up in the zonе
This that spin the block and spin again until they gone
This that oncе you got up, you went put your niggas on
This that you can’t trust no bitch, so you can’t find love (At all)
This that fuck security, we take pistols in the club
This that he so quiet, they don’t know what he be thinkin’
Millions on my mind, if we ain’t gettin’ money, why we linkin’?
I don’t get high to just be high, if we ain’t celebratin’, why we drinkin’?
Big Gotti, I do big shit, I don’t know what you niggas thinkin’
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I cry when I’m alone
Most times I don’t answer my phone
I be talking to God like, “Am I wrong?”
I do whatever I gotta do to make it home (But snitch)
Don’t never think Gotti alone
I don’t move like that
Yeah, I’m mister no pressure, yeah, I’m smooth like that
Don’t be speaking ‘bout— we ain’t cool like that
So many times i done been doubted
You niggas should know that I’m ‘bout it
Gangster, but I ain’t that proud about it
Yeah, my visions on billions
My visions on building buildings
Making street niggas millions
I don’t gossip or do rumors, I don’t excercise feelings
You internet gangster-ass niggas, I ain’t feeling
I’m flawless, I ain’t never fold
All this pressure and i ain’t never told
Outro
Nigga
Big Gotti, big Memphis, you know what I’m saying?
Big CMG
Big— um
Big everything, nigga, to you little-ass niggas

Yo Gotti – If I Ever Thought Letra
If I Ever Thought Letra

Yo Gotti – Collect Calls (ring ring) Lyrics, lETRA:
Collect Calls (ring ring) Lyrics

Intro
Oh

Verse 1
Just got a call from the streets, they say we miss you bad
Just got a call from the streets, they say don’t go out bad
Just got a call, say watch what you say, you know they on your ass
Just got another twenty mil’, I’m ‘bout to blow it fast
I been selling legals, yeah, I can grow it fast
I’m talking exotic grass, you niggas smoking trash
You niggas know that I’ll crash ‘fore I ever go out sad
Catch me riding with two hundred fifty shots for your ass
Don’t ever mention me unless it’s big, big, big
Only God knows the shit I did, did, did
And ever dollar I make for my kids, kids, kids, yeah

Chorus
Ring, ring, two-way call
Damn, I miss Cece, I really miss my dawg
Ring, ring, three-way call
Got niggas on max, I can’t miss they call
Ring, ring, two-way call
Ring, ring, three-way call
Ring, ring, four-way call
When the streets on your line, you can’t miss that call
Verse 2
Maybe you niggas forgot who I am and maybe you need a reminder
Lil Gotti from the
? apartments, been thugging since a minor
Still gotta take niggas back on my journеy
Niggas study me but didn’t learn me
Niggas crossеd me, tried to burn me
Bitch betrayed me but didn’t hurt me
Lil’ pussy ass nigga playing games, that shit irk me
I saw a real nigga make a statement, that shit hurt me
I’m from the 901, I’m from the 901, you know what that mean
Ain’t no fuck shit in my blood, and ain’t no no fuck nigga on my team
Ever nigga in my city with it
Every nigga signed with me got millions
Love my niggas, I’d give ‘em my kidney
One in the head, I keep it with me
I’d be on a Zoom or conference call than a collect call
I’d be talking to the head of a label than a jail call, nigga

Chorus
Ring, ring, two-way call
Damn, I miss Cece, I really miss my dawg
Ring, ring, three-way call
Got niggas on max, I can’t miss they call
Ring, ring, two-way call
Ring, ring, three-way call
Ring, ring, four-way call
When the streets on your line, you can’t miss that call
Outro
Hello
This is a prepaid debit call from ****
To accept this call, press 0
To refuse this call, hang up or press 1
To prevent calls from this facility, press 9

Yo Gotti – Collect Calls (ring ring) Letra
Collect Calls (ring ring) Letra

Yo Gotti – Dolla Fo Dolla Lyrics, lETRA:
Dolla Fo Dolla Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti
Yeah nigga, it’s whatever
Yeah bitch, it’s whatever
Yeah, I am

Verse: Yo Gotti & 10Percent
I’ll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain’t never let a nigga down (Yeah)
I just went up the sco, I got ten different hoes
They swear they go with a nigga
I’m a superstar, we duck off on the low
She know not to take no pictures
Blog put a nigga business out
Knock ‘em down, now switch ‘em out
I got opps I don’t know about
Stand on business, we don’t talk about it (Shh)
I got I tеn bad bitches in mansion, dancin’
It look like it Soul Train
I’m on the airplanе
Pourin’ up purple, it look like the soul plane
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana’s
I’ll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy’s
‘Fore they drop (Yeah), call ‘em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it’s like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti he be runnin’ ‘round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ niggas
Niggas say they slidin’, nobody dyin’ though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I’m scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
I’m on some rocker shit
She was basic, I made her a model bitch
Lenny Kravitz, I pull up, start rockin’ shit
She athletic, she built like a soccer bitch
4 5 but that 9 got a softer kick
Don’t slip ‘cause I drip when I’m walkin’, bitch
I be rollin’ that jay with some bosses, shit
Rondo, got 9 on my hip
Like Steph put thirty in the clip, I’m equipt
Lay a nigga flat on the floor like a quilt
I just ran off on the plug like a bill
I’m at the top like I’m King of the Hill
She freaky, she poppin’ that pussy like pill
I’m tryna fuck, I’m just keepin’ it real
That pussy be bald and wet like a seal
Since Corona that young nigga ill
Get turned to a donor, you play with my bills
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just ballin’ to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it (Tanked it)
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (Uhh)
Just showed her my account and she fainted (On God)
Showed him the plug and he thanked me (You welcome)
“Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie”
Lil’ bitch just posted me, brainless (Dumbass)
Rolls Royce stainless (Steel)
Made my neighborhood famous (For real)
Rich catch for tourists (For tourists)
Ayy, why yo’ jewelry blury?
All my jewelry flawless, all my niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctify, they be throwin’ cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil’ savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
Chorus: Yo Gotti
I see the same niggas doin’ the same shit every day (Shit every day)
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it’s another million-dollar plate
It’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

Yo Gotti – Dolla Fo Dolla Letra
Dolla Fo Dolla Letra