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gotti03 - fate lyrics

(intro)
aye turn me up in the headphones please we in this b+tch
working you hear me in this b+tch working you hear me dp sh+t stop playing

(hook)
big glock 40 got a ruger on my waist
iron in his mouth now that metal what he taste
used to hit the block take the cops on a chase
remember them days we was hiding from the jakes
popping locks on them l!cks
then we was hoping over gates
man it’s crazy they ain’t catch us thank god it was fate
big glock 40 got a ruger on my waist
iron in his mouth now that metal what he taste
used to hit the block take thе cops on a chase
remembеr them days we was hiding from the jakes
popping locks on them l!cks
then we was hoping over gates
man it’s crazy they ain’t catch us thank god it was fate
we was hiding from the jakes
hit l!cks then we hoping over gates

(verse 1)
know a couple shooters make moves for the paper
gotta keep my soul give praise to the savior
n+ggas only hit you anytime they need a favor
lil duce duce green beam for the laser
feeling like brodie dmv to the laker
n+ggas know my dame stack dollars for the blazers
know i get the paper
now we get paper
fade a b+tch ain’t no taper
(gang)
opp pacc see the vapor
(uhh)
30 dirty shoot a fader
(huh)
n+gga ducking ain’t gonna save ya
(nah)
bougie b+tch love her flavor
(yeah)
she been mine you can’t take her
(nah)
pull up on opps with them spankers
(grrr)
spank a sucks sh+t
ak double kick
flip ya brother whip
p+ssy suck a duck
n+gga f+cked ya b+tch
you ain’t do sh+t
never smoked sh+t
drop the whole clip
spin in bro whip
get your own drip
you ain’t on sh+t
make me so sick
down to my stomach
f+cking ya b+tch and i bet that she love it
she grab on my d+ck and be fending to suck it
i know that she wants it
you know that she want
might spank her in public
that p+ssy controlled like a puppet
we upping the budget gang
(hook)
big glock 40 got a ruger on my waist
iron in his mouth now that metal what he taste
used to hit the block take the cops on a chase
remember them days we was hiding from the jakes
popping locks on them l!cks
then we was hoping over gates
man it’s crazy they ain’t catch us thank god it was fate
big glock 40 got a ruger on my waist
iron in his mouth now that metal what he taste
used to hit the block take the cops on a chase
remember them days we was hiding from the jakes
popping locks on them l!cks
then we was hoping over gates
man it’s crazy they ain’t catch us thank god it was fate
we was hiding from the jakes
hit l!cks then we hoping over gates

- gotti03 lyrics

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