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geechi gotti - how it goes lyrics

[verse 1]
oh my, a b-tch don’t like broke boys
so if she leave me then she f-ckin’ wit’ my homeboys
rich gang, gold band, blue strip gang
thought the game was on lock ’til the crip came
bust brains it’s a benz not a mustang
sippin’ out the bottle we don’t need a cup maine
you can tell by the test that i’m gang bangin’
that b-tch’ll f-ck you if you broke but ya name ringin’
tired of these n-gg-s claimin’ my city
i’m the only crip poppin’ that is not nipsy
i been got the strap before they shot 50
sold crack to a smoker lookin’ like whitney
blue rag hangin’ out the back side, only on the left side, yeah that’s the crip side
snoop said it first i just said it better
f-ck a stripper named “fendi” in a gucci sweater
whole lotta gang sh-t, gang sh-t
all my ex’s p-ssy good but they ain’t sh-t
whole lotta gang sh-t, gang sh-t
all my ex’s p-ssy good but they ain’t sh-t

[hook] {x2}
oh my, it’s just me and my wolves
i put the bros before hoes i need racks for a show
that how it goes

[verse 2]
oh my, mama ain’t raise a hoe
big gun let it blow just to let a n-gg- know
don’t try me
i’ll take the 12 on a high speed, [?] like a hot seat
all black i think i’m spike lee
is you rollin’ b-tch? i might be
i don’t wear condoms with the wifey and i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like me
uhh
jiggle on the jet ski’s lookin’ crazy
my patna really in the kitchen out here cookin’ baby
hoes like dope boys
oh my, b-tch don’t like broke boys
i said it last verse i just said it better
f-ck a stripper named “fendi” in a louie sweater
whole lotta gang sh-t, gang sh-t
all my ex’s p-ssy good but they ain’t sh-t
whole lotta gang sh-t, gang sh-t
all my ex’s p-ssy good but they ain’t sh-t

[hook]

- geechi gotti lyrics

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