Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Pure Cocaine

rate me

Pure cocaine, pure cocaine

All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

Remember me coca'ina you like my best friend,

When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in

Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain,

I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain

I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain,

I knew right then right there that I would never live the same

I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me,

I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me

But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole),

It's a drought on real niggas you already know

I'm that ether nigga that fish scale,

You that oil base homie you don't cook well

I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash,

New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag

All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag,

Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed

Coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively,

Heavy risk activity my god given ability

Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to?,

Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off with bricks

Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at,

Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday

Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder,

I'm so high I see stone mountain

Gucci got da birds I ain't talkin bout da falcons,

Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon

Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum,

Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them

Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster,

Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma

Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane,

80 in the air man bricks over here mane

Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on I-10 just reup and flip again,

Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance

Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62,

Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do

Crackers pull me over they ain't got shit gotta let me dip,

Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip

Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full,

Not today on I-10 it's nothing but me and redbull

Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man,

Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man

Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord,

Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord.

Shit I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy so I ain't gon swerve

Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em thunderbirds

I'm the only one touch the work so I know it's all good,

Cause I don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but

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esha bhadd!
Monday 6th of June 2011 17:09
hell yea yo gotti part is my shit