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gotti blu - is ya ready (remix)* lyrics

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[intro: kay flock & gotti blu]
smokin’ all deads, n+gga (all deads, word to my mother)
suck my d+ck (like, grahh, grahh, free flock)
don’t run, don’t tr—
aw sh+t, like
word to bro

[verse]
yo bro, watch what i do
watch how he run when i back out the deuce
if he trip, that’s his ass, then i’m callin’ for drew
throw, now, watch what he do
don’t run, don’t trip
like, free mr. throw more than six
on a revel, or a lyft
bro need to up the score, i know they sick
ygk, all that sh+t to my d+ck
i don’t care where you from, if it’s up, then it’s lit
everything dead, we ain’t score for that sh+t
with the deuce, yeah, i feel like i’m wick
up it and pop it, this sh+t got no kick
i’ma flocka, get off my d+ck
shorty, she shake it, whinin’ on the bl!ck
[?] tell, that’s the g on my hip
like, don’t run, you gon’ go out like dubs
if he trip, then he ain’t gettin’ up
think he grinchin’, he ain’t get enough
i’ma stand over his body, fill him up with scrubs
don’t tell me to chill, i be losin’ my cool
f+ck rah, he got sent to the moon
when i’m lotti boppin’, give me some room
two mops, two sticks, ain’t no brooms
like, watch how i clean up the room
if he jackin’ g pop, he can go with him too
always on offense, never playin’ defense
.223 hit him, n+gga started screamin’ (ahh)
off of that rock, n+gga, i be leanin’
off of that yerk, n+gga, i’m a different demon
don’t give me a gun, swear i be geekin’
it’s backdoor gang, my flocka’s, they be tweakin’
stacks, n+gga sheemy breakin’ bread even
like, i made it hot
head tap gang, now we fiendin’ to flock
too geeked, it’s just me and my glock
lemme chill, n+ggas be cops (word to bro)

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