Correction Paroles Dolla Fo’ Dolla (Open Verse Challenge) par Yo Gotti

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Paroles

Gangster Twilight, baby
Yeah n***a its whatever
Yeah, b*t*h its whatever
Yeah, I am

I’ll never let my n***as down
And I’ll never put them choppers down
Hit your b*t*h when I come to town
She ain't never let a n***a down

In Detroit got to rock the Carties
With a bad b*t*h, a chocolate Barbie
Whip the 'caine, Chef Boyardee
My whole life is f**king party

Blogs put a n***a business out
Knock them down, now switch them out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business we don't talk about it

Whip the caine then I get it off
Streets ain't for you, n***a you soft
F**k the oops knock they hats off
Whеn I squeeze the trigger makе the gats cough
We do real numbers, real chefs, Benihana
I'll take a n***a under
Watch "300" these the new Yeezy's, 'fore they drop.. call them "Dondas"
Jay say I’m thunder
Pray to god for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It’s like I missed summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be running 'round with real killers
Hush gang, ain't fronting no f**k n***as
Big stepper, we'll stop one of these little n***as
N***as say they sliding but nobody dying though
Your net worth in the Forbes, but what was they lying for?
Go dollar for dollar, Shotta for Shotta.. we can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti
You gave a b*t*h a Birkin, I just gave her some knowledge

I be with strippers I be with stars
Bad b*t*hes help me move these Xanax bars
From a half track a n***a got so far
Real estate, crypto, jewelry and cars
Them ain't Rolex diamonds, what you done to that?
Brown paper bag, that' where the funds is at
Blue-faces "huns"? I got buns of that
Cocaine and "dog"? I'm running that
Asleep in a Benz, like "Maserati Rick"
Post up on the block, until my paper thick
Upping my order, to a half brick
This dope is all b***er, got them dope sick
Rocks, blows, opioids and weed
Fast life, yeah a n***a need speed
Cash counters going, feed my greed
But my slave ancestors couldn't read
But I’m going dollar for dollar
I is a baller.. yeah
I'm knocking all of my opps out the field
Young n***as is sick, young n***as is ill

All of my n***as united
Just bought into D.C. United
I gave him the pack, he tainted
25 pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Aye Gotti you low, you janked me
Little b*t*h just post me, brainless
Rolls Royce, stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Ridgecrest for tourist
Aye, why your jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless
All my n***as stall-less
None of my n***as sanctified, but they be throwing crosses
All my Forgis offset
All my diamonds factory-set
That's my little savage, I stamp that
My b*t*h like the sunset

I see the same n***as, doing the same sh*t everyday
Different n***a, yeah I had to go and make a way
Any day, it's another million dollar play
It’s like $70 mill, now another hundred on the way

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