Gotti. Niggas Got A Fake Gotti Twitter Page. All Kind Of Shit. Feelin' Myself , Said I'm Feelin' Myself Bein' Myself Said I Really Like Bein Myself
put out "Detox" myself Smoke so much, I check in detox myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health I'm so
county jail Keep yo' head up, cause things are gettin better My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself So I made myself, raised myself Til the dealer on
a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like
out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. [G:] You know which
m thinkin that my game's so strong Pat myself on the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin
can! ' We can do it Gotta put ya mind to it Put ya feet in the dirt Just push right through it When shit get rough You gotta stick to it Play that Bone
you cross the line I'm a flash these tools And nigga ooh, if I do it's for my children If you feelin like I'm feelin then you probably gon' see a million
your element, they'll pick you out of the crowd Thang to do is face the music, take a stand for yo postition Nigga get up, better stand up, man up in yo
: [Chorus] Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind [x3] [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet
and it ain't getting no better just tryna be like, yeah, forget it, whatever Instead of staring out this glass looking at this bad weather, damn I gotta pull myself
: (feat. Yung Ram) Ooooh ooooh ohh oooh It's been a minute since I seen your face Everythings got me feelin outta place Thinkin bout you night up and
piece of paper if you feelin' me, cool. not feelin' me? fuck off wies jy? fokkol. umnqundu wakho yo, Evil Boy, why is your incanca so big? all the better
today In other words, you still a slave No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit) [Dr. Dre] Sittin in my living room, calm and collected Feelin that gotta
: [Eminem] Yo...Dre Man..Make my vocals sound sexy, Come on man, come on man, okaaaay, [Chorus] It feels so wrong cause it feels so right, But its all
valium with you cause I'm feelin you Britney! I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent I've been feeling you
