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out on bail - geechi gotti lyrics

[verse 1]
b-tch i look like a lick
chain cost a brick, had a benz then i sold it i got tired of that sh-t
crackers tried to give me 12, said that’s the deal
i got cash i’m bailin’ out anything under a mil’
f-ck how a n-gg- feel
blow bands like a whistle
draco in the cut that sh-t sound like a missile
b-tch you broke and that’s sad, prolly need some tissue
and i don’t f-ck wit’ them n-gg-s who scared to hold a pistol
poppin’ -ss on the ‘gram, but you don’t got dope
politicin’ ’bout the isms but you ain’t got a hoe
man this sh-t gettin’ weird
n-gg- tattooin’ tears
but ain’t shot a dawg in his wack -ss career
i took off like a lear
’17 year i been shot a couple times, thank god i’m still here
pourin’ lean say “cheers”
b-tch say “cheers”
two 16’s and an 8 that 40 ounce ain’t a beer
can’t keep up with this crippin’ a whole ‘nother year
a whole ‘nother year
when you get chased with that chopper that’s a whole ‘nother fear
ohh she bad but she broke, a rich n-gg- nightmare
i hit her in the room and leave her -ss right there
these hoes still f-ckin’ for some henny
suckin’ d-ck for some remy
givin’ dome for patron, gotta leave them rats alone
n-gg-s screamin’ “free the real” but won’t get money on they phone
free my n-gg- bezill, swear to god he comin’ home
man these fools be on b-tch sh-t, ride a n-gg- d-ck sh-t
scared to shoot, he bought the gun to take a pic’ wit’
what the f-ck is this sh-t?
he shot and don’t go back
the 40 known to twist a busta top like kodac
rep the ny but not a giants or a jets fan
this d-ck will make a b-tch stop f-ckin’ wit’ her best friend
go go little b-tch, -ss wit’ them lil’ t-ts
she live with her n-gg- so i had to f-ck her in the whip
whip game proper i can still c-ke hard
slap a p-ssy n-gg- in his face and pull his hoe card
so far, nothin’ ain’t changed it’s the same sh-t
n-gg-s ain’t loyal gotta watch who you hang wit’
no pen, no pad, but it’s all gas though
this the type of music all the real n-gg-s ask fo’
no pen, no pad, but it’s all gas though
this the type of music all the real n-gg-s ask fo’
it’s gotti n-gg-

- geechi gotti lyrics

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