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1st of jan - yo gotti, est gee & cmg the label lyrics

[intro: yo gotti]
(foreverolling)
ayy, this that cocaine music
homie, don’t you con—
nah, let’s get on some gangster sh*t

[verse 1: est gee]
yeah, it’s est, the big o*gee, o for obituary
i made some old n*gga step up and shoot, he jason terry
they all hype, he had ten chipes, but one of they n*ggas got buried
i’ll get you hit on through a flip phone, i just call lil’ scary
they know lil’ 30 shoot from anywhere, he stephen curry
i swing my chopper like osama, but my vision blurry
so don’t stand nowhere near me
or f*ck around catch a stray
locals want me catch a case, but i’ma catch a play
bust it down, make sure my n*ggas straight
b*tches chase, f*ck ’em, i escape
hit the lights and tap the brakes
i go right, heard they on the left, i disco on the jakes
pull over and switch the plates
poppin’ since my demo tape
quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that’s why n*ggas hate
quarter brick, whole one if it’s fit, fix it, get it straight
two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your n*gga scr*ped
sh*t intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
i get that call that this n*gga gone, i’m happier than christmas day
[chorus: yo gotti]
yeah, this sh*t legendary
whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
all my n*ggas day ones, first of january
i won’t accept your loyalty, i know it’s temporary (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i’m the type of n*gga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (i am)
i decided we don’t tote no glocks with no extensions in it (i am)
ex back on my line, i had her blocked, she like, “it’s been a minute”
n*ggas tellin’ me slow down for what? n*gga, f*ck your opinion (f*ck ’em)
i just blew a fifty in the bal harbour
lil’ bruh got a million, he a cold robber
i don’t like no problems, let the— solve ’em (yeah, yeah)
don’t become a threat or you’ll be gone tomorrow (brrt)
man, we slide in amiri (yeah)
walk*in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (pew, pew, yeah)
put him on his cycle, leakin’ like on his period (brrt, yeah)
p*ssy*ass n*gga know not to play with me, period

[chorus: yo gotti]
yeah, this sh*t legendary
whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
all my n*ggas day ones, first of january
i won’t accept your loyalty, i know it’s temporary (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: mozzy]
don’t take no trip, but all my gangster n*ggas sign me up
them .223s over them .45, n*gga, fire it up
can’t politic without my presence, i’m the higher*up
the information you possess suggests you wired up
these n*ggas known for tellin’
we known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
free all the thugs, we throw a sh*ll before we throw a sub
confirmed murders over attempteds, n*ggas know what’s up
these n*ggas know it’s us
ayy, this sh*t slimy, n*gga
i put a chain around the neck of all my grimy n*ggas
f*ck all that rappin’, known for blappin’, i just signed a n*gga
she put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on n*ggas
i told her, “line him up”

[chorus: yo gotti]
this sh*t legendary
whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
all my n*ggas day ones, first of january
i won’t accept your loyalty, i know it’s temporary

- yo gotti est gee cmg the label lyrics

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