Testo Gangsta Party - Remix - Yo Gotti feat. Young Buck & Allstar
Testo della canzone Gangsta Party - Remix (Yo Gotti feat. Young Buck & Allstar), tratta dall'album I Told U So
Ayo, get up, ayo, get up
It's Young Buck & Yo Gotti
It's the gangster grills you bastards
Its the remix, yoh gangster
Gon get her chance to get out, right?
My gangsta party, Tennessee, M.j, Bill, lets go
Its your boy All my hot girls pop for me
Go ahead and drop for me
These boys rock with me
Come battle, ball with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Threw out the ground with me
In the club, gone on crisp
Look at this, that's on my wrist
Pull up in a rainbow drop set
Banging some of that Memphis shit
I'm so hot, so fly
Black magic on my ties
So clean, throw screens
You drive, let's ride
Can't tell me shit
When I was broke, I got no hand out
Just kept it pushing
You know real niggas stand out
Spent my game and I got that bitch
Spent that change and I got that brick
Seen that con, I got that whip
Got my clique and I got them rich
Get them up for them boys in the back
Damn girl, that ass is fat
There ain't no chaser in this yack
I don't think you can handle that
We throwing up our hood
Representing our projects
Smoking on that good
We ain't with that nonsense
My money right
Dirty South was tatted on my back
Had to put on my G-units
And gangsta walk on this track
Its Young Buck & Gotti
This here for everybody
Come down to Cagesville
Welcome to my gangsta party
All my hot girls pop for me
Go head and drop with me
These boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Through out the ground with me
All my hot girls pop for me
Go head and drop with me
These boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Through out the ground with me
Its your boy Yo Gotti
What up, what up, what up, stars
What up, what up, D-Boys
Let's battle, rock, it go like
Give me that Chris style, give me that more
Pass that Gray Goose, roll that dro
First thing you whip hoes, feel a lil' more
That ain't your bitch, nigga, give me that hoe
Im comfy in the club, I got your girlfriend
Laid on the low, she let me know she got a girlfriend
I just come to party, party, I aint never scarred
I got them choppers, yeah, up the street, know how I got it, yeah
If these niggas start trippin', man
One of these niggas gon' get it, man
From the arm to the leg, from the chest to the head
Yo, Gotti gon' lay it off, 50, man
No witness, man, I'm not a suspect
I love the ball, I love the flex
My wrist 20, my ring 10
My neck 100, I love the pain
Hundred fifty worth of ice, I'm rockin', man
Shot a video out my pocket, man
No models either, just little red chicks
And I shot it right there on Walkman
That's history, ain't a dope
Ain't no rapper in my city done that before
That's why I say that I'm the king
So ask yourself who run it hoe
All my hot girls pop for me
Go ahead and drop for me
These boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Through out the ground with me
I'm with the gangsta party, like Snoopie Pop
Dropped Red Goose and the door got hot
Got a quarter mil', can't leave the block
Ain't franchise, but I lean and rock
Got perks, got work, and I move it for the G-Club
I do it for the G-Boys, I represent the streets, cuz
So so pop a bottle, spend that money
You can't take it with you
Party for the niggas that ain't here
To celebrate it with us
Cause it's a gangsta party
And I don't drink Bacardi
I'm on that Goose and that Chris
What you drinkin', shawtty?
Bring your ass in an empty glass, pour up
This cash money model still drink till we throw up
Bro, then please break down the beat
You know me, I'ma keep it G
Yo, Gotti, Young Buck, and me
We gon' represent this energy
From Cacheville to M-Town
Yeah, you know how we get down
If it wasn't for Gotti
Then I'd probably have them bricks now
My block my hood, my street, my set
The trap look like a blizzard
So shawtty, would you slow it down for me?
I'm on that scissor
All my hot girls pop for me
Go ahead and drop for me
These boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Through out the ground with me
All my hot girls pop for me
Go ahead and drop for me
These boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn, pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild with me
Through out the ground with me
And like that, we gone, you will find me in north Memphis
Find Yo Gotti in 8 town, i got him he got me
I told yall, yall still not listening
It's alright, it's alright. yeah, I'ma keep workin'
Keep getting mad talkin' that shit, it's okay
Still gon get money
I'ma come to your hood and get money
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman
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