tossed that bitch Bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch, what [Hook:] Toss that hoe Toss that bitch [
bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch Bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch, what [Hook:] Toss that hoe Toss
Tradução: Yo Gotti. Mezcle a esa perra.
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw yo
they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo
lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss
had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] (chorus) For real yo
Shack With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac Blowin' out a pillow pack I call it "Coffee Brown" Bitches can't get off me now Rasta man toss me pounds I ain
, gotta get my guys, can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money, now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???, gotta let you know that it's a cuttin
us When they east dog comin from the shoulders And the older niggas they told us U gotta get down fo yo hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle Get
slipped the bitch my jacket Now I'm lookin' for a reason just To straight let the trigger click I walked over to him and said "What's up now, bitch?"
hold us When they east dog comin from the shoulders And the older niggas they told us U gotta get down fo yo hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle
gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta
niggas be shady, Nigga still gotta watch his back daily Even mo' lately, but they can't break little Layzie, So ah nigga stay phat cause I gotta get paid
to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip
's a parakeear's, they'll steal your rounds, Call me up to yo shows hide from you, be stealin yo shine, Ha... you must be out yo rabbit-ass, crabbid-ass
