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dom pachino - ya'll botti boyz lyrics

[intro: dom pachino]
yeah, roll that sh-t up, man
make that sh-t fat, man, yeah

[dom pachino]
why-y-y, f-cking with a n-gga like p
ya’ll n-gga must wanna die-ie-ie
come and try-y-y, and get your sh-t f-cked up
i’ll have your mama just cry-y-y
i’m so fly-y-y, ya’ll n-ggas go with a slice well
i’mma need the whole pie-ie-ie
let me tell you why-y-y, boom bye bye
throw your -ss in hot oil, watch the botti boy fry
i was raised in the soil, made my way out the coils
you can say i was spoiled, cuz i was raised in the rotten apple
i had to tackle, made from the best stuff on earth like a snapple
and i pop alot in every popping spot, plus i love to shop alot
i did some sh-t, but i never seen camelot
but i performed at every jamming spot
whether i was getting paid or not
but i was getting laid alot
ya’ll botti boyz must of forgot what you dealing with
i’mma remind ya’ll b-tch -ss n-ggas quick
you dealing with some real live live players
you dealing with some real mack mack sprayers

[shyheim]
dred simmer likkle youth, do you smoke ganja?
if so, blaze up, l!ck a spliff with me
me said cool, him say ‘where’s the light?’
i said i’m the light, it’s a fire you seak
some days i wake up, and i feel like quitting
other days i fall asleep, and i’m glad i didn’t
thank god for the strength and the blessing he’s given me
me do sh-t, sales on me broke easy like celery
it’s hard being a father, gotta plan for your future
think about my little girl before i pull out to shoot ya
before i post up and sell drugs, before i rob a person
stop and ask myself, is a life of crime my purpose
since you’ve been gone, john, i’ve been going hard god
taking them extra steps, you know what the odds are
i did a show in atl and i smashed it
they was wilding and shouting all the words to my cl-ssics
the bad little b-st-rd, freestyle from my dome
dom p, tellin’ me to bring the staten island sh-t, home
so i’mma do that, n-gga, never say who that n-gga
it’s a crip, m-th-f-cka, and i’m blew that n-gga
and i wear a lotta blue, that n-gga
and i get in a blue range, cuz i’m true to that n-gga
you can flip, you can front, like you want it with shy
but you know me, i’ve been doing sh-t since i was yah-yah
yah-yah, age, since goo-goo gah-gah days
since rza and the meth, blowing through your set
n-gga don’t want it, straight up and down, you know me
f-ck it, i’m f-cking with you, cuz you my homey, dom p

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