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ya bih - yo gotti lyrics

ya bih lyrics
[intro]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)

[verse 1: yo gotti]
i’m legend my life should be studied
i come from nothing, run up a thirty
f*cked on a superstar b*tch, and i b*tted
christian louboutin, yea i been blooded
i’m not a crip, but i got blues in my pocket
too many blues won’t fit in the wallet
cristopher wallets (wallets), everything b.i.g, we are the hundreds

[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b*tch outta pocket, i’m f*ckin’ her (f*ckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b*tch to a hustler (whatever)
your b*tch on a dope sh*t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tirеd of your b*tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
shе like cars, we f*cked in a cullinan (ooh*ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

[verse 2: yo gotti]
we made it to water (extorted)
sixty minutes and i had her draws off (woo)
how you let a b*tch make you fall off? (how?)
ayy come get your b*tch out my call log (please)
a hundred miss calls, i block her (h*llo)
oh yeah she determined, can’t stop her (d*mn)
she blew a bag at the doctor
sixty [?], she eat cornbread and pasta (yeah)
yeah my type of b*tch don’t need nan’ n*gga (d*mn)
she got a boutique and a cold figure (d*mn)
you know she young, got an old n*gga (yep)
and she gon’ keep a few hoes with ’em (oh)
b*tches be salty so, swear they be subbin’ me (sub)
n*ggas be thirsty b*tches won’t f*ck with ’em
she on a shift for real (for real)
got her ass done but it looked real
[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b*tch outta pocket, i’m f*ckin’ her (f*ckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b*tch to a hustler (money up)
your b*tch on a dope sh*t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tired of your b*tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
she like cars, we f*cked in a cullinan (ooh*ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

[verse 3: moneybagg yo]
that ain’t your b*tch, that’s our b*tch (mine too)
we just gon’ keep it in your house (then what?)
you spent a thousand in ruth chris (tricked off)
i took that b*tch to a dope house (my hood)
you see the difference is plenty (so many)
handle that emotion you know i’ma give it
and my eminent would a girl from my city
soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some fl!cky
i’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles
wherever i go it’s a smoke out (puff that)
my b*tch got a bubble, i beat it like she get in trouble
get wet as a buss down
told her stay out my business, go get you a business
she talk to a vendor on what’s up
he mad as a b*tch let me find out
had his head holdin’ my hunnid come hideout
you the type little b*tch get you for everything
in n’ out i only know how play mine
them n*ggas corny she f*ck with the bread guy
shot my shot, would have switch i got dead aim (bow)
still wishin’ they had me ex beauty b*tches
you can pay me to pay attention (nope)
she fall in every rapper with a richard mille
tryna f*ck her way up get a meal ticket (facts)
[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b*tch outta pocket, i’m f*ckin’ her (f*ckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b*tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b*tch to a hustler (whatever)
your b*tch on a dope sh*t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tired of your b*tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
she like cars, we f*cked in a cullinan (ooh*ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

- yo gotti lyrics

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