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liaison - dmb gotti lyrics

[intro]
like
(jrosz)
why a n*gga wanna play with me?
two strikes, no plea
dmb
like i’ma pop my sh*t
regardless, n*gga
check me out
ayy, hey

[verse 1]
batter up
i start swinging, n*ggas better run
check out my section, we get cheddar, huh?
i’m with them same n*ggas
at the grammys, but b*tch, we came with her
sat at the podium and shout out all my main b*tches
same b*tches be f*ckin’ on enemigos
then got the nerve to hit my people like we equal
unbelievable
gang*related how my people do
don’t think she love you ’cause she sleep with you
i sent the b*tch to get location, got it, now we creepin’ through
janky auntie, that’ll show you what a freak’ll do
pull up with a chopper to the block, up like my cage was loose
you ain’t sayin’ not a thing, b*tch, i get paper too
peekaboo, i see you, you know that watch just cost you
i need vacation plan, let’s see what my p.o. talkin’
you know i play my hand every time, i don’t see no losses
janky car just hit the corner, gots the reaper callin’

[chorus]
pull up like ooh, what it do?
auntie, she on instagram, i swear that she cry few
my b*tch, she like, “you good?” i said, “i think i’m finna shoot”
hope they don’t think a n*gga lost it ’cause i jumped up in the booth
feel like got somethin’ i gotta say, i’m the liaison, n*gga
on your block hoodied up, lookin’ like trayvon, n*gga
whole gang pop out lookin’ like slaves, my n*gga
hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn’t’ve came, my n*gga
pull up like ooh, what it do?
auntie, she on instagram, i swear that she like you
my b*tch, she like, “you good?” i said, “i think i’m finna shoot”
hope they don’t think a n*gga lost it ’cause i jumped up in the booth
feel like got somethin’ i gotta say, i’m the liaison, n*gga
on your block hoodied up, lookin’ like trayvon, n*gga
whole gang pop out lookin’ like slaves, my n*gga
hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn’t’ve came, my n*gga

[verse 2]
me? i’ma bag whatever
you can tell that i got problems, i get mad at nothing
why a n*gga checkin’ pockets like he sn*tchin’ somethin’?
he gon’ find out the hard way that i got slapper on me
ooh, huh, scottie pippen
stare his mama in the face like, “yeah, i did it”
she wasn’t trippin’, she had problems with the n*gga
back to back, we sendin’ shots for n*ggas livin’
n*ggas hidin’, n*ggas hidin’, we got location on lock
feds done found the chopper, got indictments on the block
my paper, it keep floating, n*ggas better buy a glock
why this b*tch keep tryna see me, but ain’t suckin’ on c*ck?

[chorus]
well, i got somethin’ i gotta say, um, ain’t no way, my n*gga
on your block hoodied up, lookin’ like trayvon, n*gga
whole gang pop out lookin’ like slaves, my n*gga
hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn’t’ve came, my n*gga
pull up like ooh, what it do?
auntie, she on instagram, i swear that she like you
my b*tch, she like, “you good?” i said, “i think i’m finna shoot”
hope they don’t think a n*gga lost it ’cause i jumped up in the booth
feel like got somethin’ i gotta say, i’m the liaison, n*gga
on your block hoodied up, lookin’ like trayvon, n*gga
whole gang pop out lookin’ like slaves, my n*gga
hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn’t’ve came, my n*gga

- dmb gotti lyrics

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