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Yo Gotti - Disqualified ft. Wale Lyrics

You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
Straight thirst, you disqualified
Fake purse, you disqualified
Damn you friend chloe, the magic got it hard
In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified

Bad bitch with me look like the kardashians
Pull up in the club in that new aston
Jumped I jumped the land cause I’m very important
Shawty got a kush habit, but I ain’t supportin' it
She rock knock off bags, it’s 2012
Try to steal us some tru, so she just got out of jail
Boyfriend a athlete, baby daddy a dope boy
But she still get food stamps and still on welfare
But she fat as a motherfucker and she got ass shots
Stay in some red bottoms,don’t know if they real or not
She have her ups and her downs, somehow she always go hard
She say she work for herself, ain’t going in nobody jobs

You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
Straight thirst, you disqualified
Fake purse, you disqualified
Them ya friends clothes,Talk about you got it hard
In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified

Shawty who you with, fuck that, who you let hit
Fuck that, I already know, that’s why you fluke and shit
Rob chicks, no bob chicks, and the classy ones who now fuck with
Had a lack of class, so I dropped the ass,
And even if I don’t, I switch subjects
Put no nigga over your seat, get your figures up by all means
He be going a lot but know the times is hard
But know the club is not a release
Don’t you talk too much in these streets
Make no friends with none of these freaks
Cause they interest is on you, but when you break up, they calling up heat
Don’t you stress them over no bees, don’t buy things from all canal street
When the phone ring don’t ask who dialing,
If he love you, don’t worry bout it
Now he got you, and he can’t live without you
And your relationship is unbreakable, until, until I come.

You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
Straight thirst, you disqualified
Fake purse, you disqualified
Them ya friend clothes,talk about you got it hard
In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified

See you the type of bitch a nigga don’t wife
You come with too many problems and your shit ain’t right
See you the type of bitch that always complain
But you the type of bitch don’t do a damn thang
Work, bitch you ain’t know about that
Bitch you ain’t never got a job
Bitch you ain’t never have a check
Bitch always got her hand out, Hoe must think I’m payin out
Coming out the house just looking like that
In the club every week, on a new nigga dick
We don’t like hoes like that, nevertheless, wife hoes like that
Think you bad,somebody must lied,Hoe yo ass ain't qualified
…I’m better alive, hoe your ass ain’t qualified
And she say I’m a dog and I be in the streets
But a bitch gonn be a bitch, so I’ma let her be


You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
Straight thirst, you disqualified
Fake purse, you disqualified
them ya friend clothes, talk about you got it hard
In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified.


Thanks to Aries 123 for correcting these lyrics
 

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