We Can Get It On Lyrics - YO GOTTI

We Can Get It On Lyrics - YO GOTTI

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I
Just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'm a go strong
And I'm a hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to
Put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
I'm a put dat ass to sleep

[Verse 1:]
Break it down to the beat then back it up (ok)
Red bone super thick super tatted up (ok)
Last dude super lame shawty had enough (ok)
Gotti world super real can't get enough (ok)
Wanna see you smile (ok)
Change yo life around (ok) baby daddy gone (pruu) I accept the child (ok)
Neva won't fa nothin (nothin)
Neva need fa shit (ok)
Cause I'm a real nigga and you a real bitch and I take you there clothes on clothes off 45 minutes straight zone dose off close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on

Right here right now back seat
And we ain't gotta make it to the suite and I'm a go strong
And I'm a hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'm a put dat ass to sleep)

[Verse 2:]
I like it in da kitchen cause dat my favorite spot she want it in da porshe cause dat her favorite car she got me tryin things dat doin do 2day but I can make it valentine 4 a year str8 got her pregnant I know it ain't your birthday 30 minutes back seat on your lunch break I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands on you I like 2 volunteer (BEEP) close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'm a put dat ass to sleep)
L-o-v-e I love ya there's not a thing I won't do fa ya we can last forever you and me you have everything I want you are all I need

[Verse 3:]
We like Tiny and Tip, maybe Puffy and Kim, Michelle and Obama, maybe Jada and will we like Hova and B, maybe Hillary, Bill we can be who eva we wanna shawty long as we real

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain - all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on

[Chorus: {Ciara}]
L-o-v-e I love ya there's not a thing I won't do fa ya we can last forever you and me you got everything I want you are all I need {La La La La La La Lah}
Got me singing lullabies (I'm have ya like) {La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I'm a put dat ass to sleep)

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Go Girl Lyrics by YO GOTTI

Go Girl Lyrics by YO GOTTI



[Hook:]
Go girl, a go girl
Top notch?
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

[Yo Gotti:]
I got this girl that's so addictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I'm a visit next time I'm in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin'
Takes off on the menu, tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she fuck is winners
To take her to the mall she don't wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I'm tryna get with her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl...

[Hook]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Go go, keep on going
I'll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money in my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennessee to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Yo' bitch on my Johnson cause I'm ballin' like I'm Larry
And I play my part. I'm out here with the bosses
And she know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don't smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she'll get her g's up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

[Hood]

[Big Sean:]
Okay now woah there, keep going throwin that big booty thong
She wear her heart on her sleeve
Now she just Comme des Garcon'ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl
My new bitch, ya old girl
She buss it open for me like a show girl
Call me king than tell me that it's your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear that's hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl...

[Hook]

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Second Chance Lyrics by YO GOTTI

Second Chance Lyrics by YO GOTTI

[Hook:]
Baby mama left a nigga, got another man
You work out and try to come back and geta second chance
Second chance, second chance
Yeah I love that ass to death but ain't no second chance
If I fucked off with your friend
Would I get a second chance?
Guess I fuck too many hoes I need a second chance
Second chance, second chance
Seh may love your ass to death btu ain't no second chance

See bitches think there slick but then they act like niggas
Gon fuck off and then come back and act all sentimental
(Bitch!)
Pack your bags get out my house you knw the bizz,
And you better not have no nigga round my fucking kids
See loyalty's a must and trust is all we have
And I'm a street nigga so you know the math
Don't put me in no shit cause you know what I woll do
And if a nigga know my business I may have to kill you
Street code, freak home, fuck a bitch, anythign goes
I think I fuck too many hoes, it's come on maybe
Finally got the one I like and she gon drive me crazy

[Hook]

It goes once upon a time, I was on my grind
Yeah I fucked a couple hoes
Yeah she caught a nigga lying
Then I went out on the road,
Then she want to pay me back,
So she fucked another nigga,
When I get back I'm a kill her (damn)
Gave that hoe the world, she had my lil girl,
Got a nigga hot, put me on the spot (damn)
Guess that's what I get get
Nigga round my bitch bitch
One thing bout it though we never working out shit bitch
I guess I fuck too many hoes,
It's come on maybe
Finally got the one I like
And she gon drive me crazy

[Hook x2]

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YO GOTTI - Testimony Lyrics

YO GOTTI - Testimony Lyrics

[Yo Gotti:]
If I should die before I wake, I pray the streets my work to take, divide throughout the unfortunate, give my jewelry the most respected, give my cars to the runners and my guns to the gunners, you know what I'm saying

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Swear I'm a different type of nigga I'm on that different shit, err day I wake up I want a different bitch, I don't want the whip plane I want a kit on it, talking rims so big they can't fit on it, I just bought a different watch and another chain, fuck around and call my bitch another name, got a confession to make you all look the same, and I'm so full of that liquor I outta be ashame, they say the rap game changed alot of niggas stressing, but between me and you nigga that's a blessing, fake niggas come up a real nigga suffer, and record labels fucking niggas that's why I don't trust him, this my testimony I made a true decision, hope the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, now can I get a amen, or can u bless a nigga with a thousand 8 grams

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Remember been in my hood, playing with that white, shirt off wide open serve it on sight, 100 I shoot 100 I hit 500 I eight nigga that's my life, y-o g-o-t-t-I don't shit around me but my money get high, if the straps in the room in it ain't a real goon then you can assume that it ain't my guy, 15 16 17 5 anything else way to high, gucci louie that's all I buy, dope boy pure way to fly, way to high need to come down, need to quit playing for a gun yo ass down, you don't know me and I don't know you, you ain't from my hood so don't come around, I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, lil budda right there might be in o.g., with that being said, with that being told, that's the first nigga to front me a whole ki, 36 O's for the 24 grand, put it in my hand cause he know I wasn't playing, I was 5 foot 5 with the heart of a lion and the fire in my eyes to kill me a man, lil ol nigga with a big ol pistol and my pride the only thing I had in this world, nigga a have to shoot me dead in the face for he run from the hood like a lil ass girl, strap that pistol some big ass nigga, talking bout he ain't gone pay me for mine, every since then I ain't have them problems and the pussy ass niggas started paying on time, this my testimony, my testimony [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I had work inside that kitchen same spot where grandma dishes at, 2 doors down that hall to the right were I took them bitches at, shoe box full of money same spot I kept that chopper at, open up that closet chop chop chop ain't no stopping that, cocaine crazy yes I am, somebody need to pray for me, lord bless his soul, all that dope I sold I know they got a place for me, indictment time I'm laying low, dope boy shit kran flo, terrence j say it, gone sell a million records that's wat I'm praying fo, you know how this game go, see-saw shit up and down, 901 nigga that's my town and ain't no nigga finna take my crown, north north I ain't project pat I ain't three six mafia I ain't built like that
Ion know them guys and they don't know me, so ain't no beef that's that on that, go figure beep, you know what that mean whole lot of white just to go with that green, this that counting that money and a fold machine, when I was 16 I had a 100 grand and this my testimony can I get amen,

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony [x2]

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Yo Gotti - Blow Your Ass Off (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame) Lyrics

Yo Gotti Lyrics - Blow Your Ass Off (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

New good.. want it you can have you,
What the f*ck you got a gun,
For a ..won’t bless you,
You got a nigger, mister, mister …,
Mister, mister turn you good damn to a bad dream,
..represent this written ..,
I’m a .., I’m a ..,
Mister 85, mister, mister with the ..,
Mister...do you role the ..,
Late back chilly like I’m a purple,
F*ck around nigger ..nigger commit murder,
I’m watching my changes, notice they suicide,
You won’t .. they suicide.

‘cause I’m gonna blow your ass off,
Blow your ass off,
By the way you stand I’ve been in the .. and bless,
I need to human speak ..,
See how…

Chorus:
I’m blow your ass off, blow your ass off, I am,
Blow your ass off, I am, blow your ass off, I am,
’m blow your ass off, blow your ass off,
Blow his ass off, blow his ass off, his ass off,
Blow your ass off, blow your ass off,
Blow your ass off, blow your ass off,
Blow your ass off, blow your ass off,
P*ssy nigger wood.

This nigger thinks I’m sleeping, what the f*ck wrong with’em,
How you straight ..like a ..poison like a ..get ‘em,
I’m on my …,
I know these niggers are after me,
Why they keep attacking me, they can’t make …and knock me now,
Why I can’t stop me now,
Why can’t I.. I’m gonna stop myself,
I’m gonna need yourself,
Do real funny murder …,
I’ve been …I don’t really want to ..,
You know I f*ck rocking ..show to ..,
I rather risk my life hanging in a truck,
Risk for another .. still purple with the …


Chorus:
I’m gonna blow your ass off, I am,
Blow his ass off, blow his ass off,
Blow his ass off, blow his ass off,
P*ssy nigger wood.
I’m gonna blow your ass off, I am,
Blow his ass off, blow his ass off,
Blow his ass off, blow his ass off,
I’m a p*ssy nigger wood.

Black ..in the club like you wanna …nigga,
Your mama can get it…I do it nigger,
Inside you close your eyes for sugar nigga,
Open fashion straight do it, nigger,
…‘cause it’s too explicite,
I can’t lie I …watch the news with my crew just to mention..,
It’a hand .., b*tch boy …,
It’s so .. as soon as I see the .., …,
My nigger … let me see …,
I’m doing bad, but I’m doin’ worse …

[Chorus:]

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Lyrics Women Lie, Men Lie by Yo Gotti

Lyrics of Women Lie, Men Lie by Yo Gotti

[Chorus]
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Women Lie, Men Lie
Numbers don’t lie!
(x 6)

[Yo Gotti]
Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me
I be sippin on Patron when I’m jumpin out Ferrari’s
I be rockin Gucci sometime Louie, I’m retarded
And dem rims by Asanti But the shades by Bulgari
Hand on my scrap I got my mind on my money
i got my mind on dine and he ain’t takin nothing from me
headed on this choppa tek
headed on this choppa tek
headed on a hunded round cuz that’s how much the cheapest sh-t
ballin is my hobby got a homie goin shoppin
5 star with me a milli in a lobby
Took her to the room, she hit me wit that line
Said she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lyin

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Young money, yeah, ok,
I ain’t gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
the numbers don’t lie, G-5 over sky,
I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried,
I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being tired,
tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches,
sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching,
and men lie about women,www.musicvl.com,
and sh-t women lie about plenty,
They aint lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me,
so that would make 3 and numbers don’t lie,
and money don’t lie,
and neither do I,
B-tch!

[Chorus]

(the numbers don’t lie, the the numbers dont lie…)

[Yo Gotti]
I’m tryin to count to a billion, my bitch brazillian
Hop in that Lamb, push the button, lose the ceiling
Sun out no rain drops, postin the same spot
Right here in North North Memphis
Where I came from
Hundred on the neck, I ain’t never had sh-t
The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
Aint no secret in the streets, n-ggas know I got neck
Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
In my ten til six with my 305 paint
I got my 357 and my 501’s
In a Lear 55 wit my Air Force One’s (NO LIE)

[Chorus]
ay it’s yo boy yo gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don’t lie)

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