Testo Justify - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Justify (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Justify (Freestyle)
I been runnin' laps 'round these niggas (phew, phew, phew)
Got no respect for they big homies (phew, phew)
Just like Dugg said, "I got that shit on me" (frrt, frrt, frrt)
Uh, blue face my Patek, I call it Chrisean (Chrisean)
Hood bitch, I took her to Crustacean's (oh, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, this garlic noodles, this shit fine dining (them oodle noodles)
Yes, I'm tryna fuck, you know I'm on that timing (I am)
Nah, I ain't Zelda, but I dealt her (dealt her)
Put her on that first class flight out after I nailed her (phew, phew, phew, phew)
Uh, I'm too big, I don't shop with Wafi (retired him)
If you smart, you gon' stack the profit (frrt, frrt, frrt)
Everything solitaire certified
Everything throwaway and modified (frrt, frrt)
You know the code, close your mouth and keep it quiet (shh)
You know these hos, money gone, they leave your side
You know these niggas hatin', try to justify it
You know these hos ain't nothin', nah, hos, they switching sides
In your cock, next week (bah, bah, bah), they with the opps (with the opps)
I hope she in that bitch (pew) when they spray the car (brrt)
I'm sorry, but I'm really not
I be in a Phantom in a pearl crop (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Universal meeting with a dirty Glock
Hope no fan don't run up on me, end up gettin' shot
Frrt, square feet, 20-thousand square feet (frrt)
My house like a small mall, I'm losing shit every week (damn)
Damn, I think the maids might be stealing from me (stealing from me)
I think the chef might be spyin' on me (spyin' on me)
Paranoid, I think the trainer might be wired up (wired up)
Fuck it, roll it up and go on, fire it up (frrt)
I don't even smoke, but I been stressing lately (frrt)
Last night, no rubber, probably had a baby (ugh)
Fuck it, twinning
Matching watches, we winning (winning)
I'm praying while I'm sinning (I'm sinning)
God gotta forgive me (gotta forgive me)
Frrt
Yung Dee made this beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yung Dee made this beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
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Writer(s): Mario Mims, Darius Henry, Abdallah Nawar Ahmad
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