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murdock and jack blerry - gotti gotti lyrics

[verse 1: jean louis]
uh
penny for your thoughts, boy you’re quarter fickle
you’re a dog, girl you’re nothing but a cheap thrill, cop a nickle
insert a coin, play the game, no free rides
watch a g slide, east side, hometown hero
actin’ out, downtown gritty in a run down city with a couple clowns with me
situation gets severe, what’s good everybody, ya’ll looking f#cking up like a funhouse mirror, oh!
g slide, east side, fake it out, make it up, uh, freestyle
turn around bend it over make the call, keep it fresh
shake it out, you a dog, you a beast, you a hound, ow owwww!!!!
run around the block with a boombox, busted up tunes in the backdrop
corner store get smashed up, car alarm as a soundtrack
round back a couple pre#teens playin slap#box, throwin’ dice, bet
get them racks up city kid, all swagged out
like you swear your favorite rapper is , whatchu think? how you really live?
whatchu got? what’s your mind worth?
penny for your thoughts, quarter fickle
cop a nickle, through a dime a dozen of em
what make you special? are you for real or just a one trick flippin gimmick spinner record
smack slinging from the highest buildin, i’ma trend setter
magazine cover, dead center, industry rats looking at me like i got the cheddar
i’m a top contender, stop pretending, count it right, rewrite that check mof#cker i’m a spell checker

[hook: murdock]
gotti gotti
i just bought everybody
the whole team, mof#cker try to stop me
gotti gotti
i just bought everybody
the whole team, mof#cker try to stop me
no sleep, mof#cker go deep
we gone start our own wave, you gone follow like sheep
gotti gotti
i just bought everybody
the whole team, mof#cker try to stop me

[verse 2: murdock]
ummm
1 2 1 2 mic testing
suck my f#cking d#ck if you’re a hater, y’all depress me
so sorry… that was my tourettes see
lost my filter with my medication try and press me
i went back to school so that i can make a business
every single step i take is right on you basic b#tches
show y’all how to do it right and make you all a witness
bench pressin all these records, rap is working out like fitness
you know that i’m on my hustle each and every f#cking day
sleep is for the f#cking weak so i just threw it all away
if you’re having second thoughts then get the f#ck up out my way
i worship myself like god, all you other people pray
pull up to your show, i hit the door you hearin knock knock
they don’t let me in, i’m bustin through, you better stop drop
get a grip or get it lit, turn it to a hot box
grab the mic from you d#cks, i call that a c#ckblock
ain’t n0body taking risks so i’mma keep it quite rare
y’all believe in fairy tales i’mma give ya nightmares
looking for the tooth fairy guess what i’m the opposite
i’ll take your cash and knock your t##th out just for startin sh#t

[verse 3: jack blerry]
y’all too safe, like a condom you a condiment
catch up to the moment, stuck in past trynna relish it
why be rational?
yeah
don’t just ration it
na
i pass over them
ya
still on holiday
procrastinating
i’m a pro crafting alien
n#ggas who don’t know me
know me for
never saying sh#t
everyone who know
know i’m never set in stone
always on the move, reaping from my mows
anything i sow is just a bonus, i’m lotus
walk the room the muddiest yeah it gets me focused
i see a good move, i study it, make it my own sh#t
my road gon’ bum cuz i always cobblestone it, the potion
pull up got the squad we just shift the room
like ay
pushing forward till we hit the moon like wait
already past that i’m higher than a mof#cker
we at mach speed camera gonna need a better shutter
gang’s all here, can’t fit the room
gotti gotti gotta get a better grip my dude
working while we lit, slide never slip, catch em when they switch they ain’t gon hit, na they ain’t gon
hit

- murdock and jack blerry lyrics

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