Letras:
Yo Gotti That S Not Yo B H

be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and That nigga got you used to the H

can back it up Long cause everybody get crunk When we drop in the club starts acting up I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B That's me, JD, Brat, and

yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut so what's Hailie

: Uh, yeah, mmmm William H. niggas Holla, yeah, yo HOOK: That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pass

Michel'le? Lookin' like straight bozos. I saw it comin', that's why I went solo. And kept on stompin', when ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton. Livin' with the whites, one big house, and not

the whole aura Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her It's all about quick whips and fast knicks Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips

Like I Gotta S On My Chest I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest That B That Cash Money Piece Cold

m like wut up i aint got nuthin but lent and pennies tell yo boyfriend cut tha crappin heard he got that fire ass cappin always wearin that shiny white gold tellin everybody it's

The normal Sheriff's are Police's in the 'burbs (that's right) Now we about the tear this club up Don't worry 'bout it This is cause I that show up Ready