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Bad Behavior
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Yo Gotti
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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Traxamillion) Yeah [Verse 1] Wait a minute wait a minute Last time I checked, I had a half a hundred million Know a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills I been by publishing and selling pills Big dog status, watch with no stones Niggas buy Dior I be buyin' homes Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone No hard feelings got a better bitch, I'm moving on I be spending dope, shootin' every song If I get indicted off these lyrics, say it's gon' be—long, uh You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh No collect calls, we do iPhones All my niggas locked up they got iPhones And I cleared the bank to bring my niggas home, yeah Start over yeah, yeah, start over Seven loud, yeah, yeah, strong odor Twenty thousand square feet, I don't call it home Walkin' 'round this bitch, I feel so alone Text's to my son, ask him when he comin' Give him a hundred k like, "Give it to your mommy" Just because yeah, yeah, just because I remember the struggle, it ain't none but love Bad memories, but can't forget the opps I invest in pills, bricks, and weed 'fore I invest in stocks [Chorus] Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit [Verse 2] Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge [Chorus] Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this
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