Mês: fevereiro 2022

Yo Gotti – Giving Back Lyrics, lETRA:
Giving Back Lyrics

Intro
I just want to make you my own
I just want to make you my own
Yeah, I forever love my city

Verse 1
House on the riverside, riding down Poplar
Niggas ain’t seeing us ‘less they got binoculars
I just left
? went to
?, I’m still popping out
“Gotti left the city,” I’m like what the fuck you talking ‘bout?
Gotti in the city lowkey still popping out
Bulletproof and AR, and nigga, I’ll walk you down
Got her drinking Ace of Spades, never drink
?
All my niggas talk me up and they’ll never talk me down
Love for the Northside, yeah, I’m sitting courtside
They met with us four times, I don’t need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchisе
We are not into saving you hoes, go gеt baptized
We don’t do the back and forth, you niggas already know it
I prolly done robbed your brother, I prolly done shot your boys
I flew out your baby mama
I was in her DM, I don’t got her number
Coldhearted nigga but I sponsor the hot girl summer

Interlude
I just want to make you my own
See, that’s what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know
? ain’t a thing
Verse 2
I know I’m a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me
I’ma play the game whether this shit make my heart beat
They like, “You a gentleman, didn’t know you was so sweet”
I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks
You know how we play, put her on a PJ
She never flew private
She doing shit with me in public she wouldn’t even do private
I got her wide open, she don’t need no hand to hide out
Let’s go have a foursome, she said she ain’t never tried it
I’ma post her booty, she be doing lashes
Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes
Like me ‘cause I’m so street, nah, I ain’t cashing out
She know I ain’t no sucker and I’ma fuck her ‘til she passing out
She got a real one she be bragging out
You bought her a bag, she don’t respect you, I call that crashing out
Took a lil’ bitch out the city, called it giving back
A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don’t know how to act

Outro
I just want to make you my own
See, that’s what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know
? ain’t a thing

Yo Gotti – Giving Back Letra
Giving Back Letra

Yo Gotti – Ima Show You Lyrics, lETRA:
Ima Show You Lyrics

Intro: Kodak
Yeah nigga, just talk for one man on the hook
Bitch you gotta welcome me home
Real gleeful, real seaful shit
It’s a glizzy at yo’ ass, man

Chorus: Kodak Black
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on boo

Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Let me show you how to turn your sad face to a smile
Let me show you how a real nigga really hold you down
Got to move to the next, ‘cause you ex was a fuck nigga
I don’t got to tell you, baby girl you know what’s up with him
I can buy you rolls, nah, I buy you a Rolls Royce
I am not a trick but I feel you deserve one
I’m Big Gotti, I ain’t fuckin’ with you lil’ bitches
I’m Big Gotti, I got nigga in the penitentiary
I send them kites and I write ‘em
I was there when they indict ‘em
Even ‘fore he wanted to fight ‘em
That’s my nigga, I’m just like him
Welcome home, celebrations
Here’s a
?, here’s a
?
You stood on the situation
‘Cause we both knew what we was facin’
Chorus: Kodak Black & Yo Gotti
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently (Skrrt)
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty (All twenty)
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth (In the booth)
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe (In the coupe)
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby (How to do it)
I’ma show you how to creep on your boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 2: Yo Gotti
I just traded in the ‘Presi for the Richard
I just text my ex bitch, “I still love you but I won’t miss you” (Bitch I’m older)
Got a normal street nigga, if I kiss you, you the one
They say I’m trippin’
Fifty-million dollar nigga totin’ guns
I got mental issues
Yeah, I thought the street shit was fun (Crazy)
R.I.P to MO3 and R.I.P to Von (God bless)
I ain’t rapped in six months, but I didn’t touch a pack
I just bought a condo in Miami, shoutout to Ye
It’s the Rolls, it’s the Lamborghini doors, for me
Your bitch spoiled, she ain’t loyal, and it shows, to me
It just holds, to me
Boy, I’m trappin’ out Dior, it ain’t the clothes for me (It’s the paper)
Chorus: Kodak Black
When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi
And I traded in the Benz for a new Bently
I need two hundred bands nigga, all twenty
I’ma show you how to geek in the booth
I’ma show you how to geek in the coupe
Girl, you know you wanna freak with me to
I’ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby
I’ma show you how to creep on boo

Yo Gotti – Ima Show You Letra
Ima Show You Letra

Yo Gotti – Shoot Off Pt. 4 Lyrics, lETRA:
Shoot Off Pt. 4 Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
(DJ Meech, lil’ bitch)
Ayy, Leo, don’t stop me, this off top part four
Alright, alright, we got it like ninety bars

Verse: Yo Gotti & Leo Goff
Ayy, used to be the fed, now the paparazzi snapping
Ayy, everybody smoking on somebody, boy, quit capping
Somebody tell Tay Keith he a fool, this bitch slapping
Left my last bitch, what happened?
Shoutout my last bitch, what’s happening?
Real nigga, never been the one to pillow talk, I never seen a pillow
Bitch told me Richard Mille or bye-bye, I’ma miss her
FN hold baby missiles, it go through your bone gristle
High security, still tote thе pistol
I don’t rely on nan’ nigga
Let’s have somе fun with this shit
I’ma slow down the flow (Okay)
You know this CM10, this “Shoot Off” number four (“Shoot Off” number four)
You see that Phantom and that Cullinan and that Wraith and the Ghost
I fuck your bitch on a plane, double back for the throat
I’m investing in crypto
I be texting in street code
Got more watches than jewelers
Want my bitches in plurals
That’s more than one a time
If she ain’t with it, it’s fine
She know I’m busy as fuck, that’s my favorite line
When the beat breakdown, make me feel like I’m breaking down them pounds
And my sister
? in the kitchen with that newspaper on the ground (Keep going)
When them bricks came in, me and Nero had ziplocs in them ziplocs
Standing over that stove, making that pot go do the beatbox (Go, go)
Joe Biden with the big rocks, fifty pointers in the Rollie
Trackhawk and a Redeye, none of my shit stolen
Shirt off in that XL, might go luxury, uh-huh
Know I keep it on me so don’t fuck with me, uh-huh
I used to ride a four and now I’m in the Forbes
I used to step on woodgrain now it’s marble floors
I miss the Honda Accord, used to have a bitch in it with the bricks in it
Rental trucks tinted with the sticks in it, yeah, I been spinning (Twenty-four left)
Yeah, I been winning, big Gotti big getting it
No feelings, drug dealing, turned that shit to a business
Solo on all my mission, want no witness or codefendants
Never put no hoes in the business
No cap, no kidding, I take this shit to the graveyard
I got a million in that Goyard
I made a half a million out my room, oh yeah, our trap booming
I’m eating noodles serving consumers
Locked in with the streets, never move off rumors
Facts only
This that Cocaine Muzik, yeah, I’m right back on it (Almost there)
Gave my nigga a hundred K, turned his back on me
Ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t no loyalty
How opps beefing with me but they avoiding me
(Alright, just make sure I get my credit)

Yo Gotti – Shoot Off Pt. 4 Letra
Shoot Off Pt. 4 Letra