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yo gotti & dj drama - mandarin lyrics

[intro: yo gotti & dj drama]
(june, you’re a g+nius)
frrt
i showed you so
dj drama

[chorus: yo gotti & rich homie quan]
chopstick, benihana
main a ten, been a hundred
psd, lot of trauma
angel wings, sad mamas
chopstick, taliban (woo)
chinese plug, mandarin
lie to me once, n+gga, you lost trust, you had a chance
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks

[verse 1: yo gotti]
rose patek, leather band
‘member my first thousand grams
they was taxin’ twenty+four, now i’m payin’ unclе sam
street n+gga, different bracket
twеnty mill’ paid in taxes
tryna get a b, f+ck a hundred mill’, so i can’t be relaxin’
malibu, n0bu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
soho been me, ceo, but that street sh+t in me
break it down, bag it up
money counter, add it up
twenty year run, but i ain’t had enough
them p+ssy n+ggas still mad at us
yeah, and we don’t call ’em aks, they chopsticks
home of the triple cross, we call that a plot twist
this rap sh+t saved me
weed plug asian
gotti, you ridin’ in a cullinan with a drac’, boy, you crazy
[chorus: yo gotti & rich homie quan]
chopstick, benihana
main a ten, been a hundred
psd, lot of trauma
angel wings, sad mamas
chopstick, taliban (woo)
chinese plug, mandarin
lie to me once, n+gga, you lost trust, you had a chance
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
eighty+three thousand for the new t++th got a n+gga smiling
check the b+tch car fast ’cause a lot of hoes got mileage
the dea must’ve brought a sk!llet ’cause the judge want to fry me
i put that sh+t on every day, so rip my stylist
mama said that money startin’ to odor, boy, it’s smellin’ (ayy)
and i know i’m walkin’ proof you can’t make money as a felon (nah)
they selfish
n+ggas i looked up to, now they jealous (what?)
chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis (oh, fah, fah, fah)
high school, i was poppin’, i would never walk to school
got the chopstick in my bookbag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no food
paper in my bookbag too, i’m lookin’ for sp+ce (rich homie)
i’m at that restaurant in buckhead where they cook it in your face
[chorus: yo gotti & rich homie quan]
chopstick, benihana
main a ten, been a hundred
psd, lot of trauma
angel wings, sad mamas
chopstick, taliban (woo)
chinese plug, mandarin
lie to me once, n+gga, you lost trust, you had a chance
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
in the hood, we don’t call ’em aks, boy, we call ’em chopsticks (gangsta grizzilz)

[outro: rich homie quan, dj drama, & yo gotti]
chopsticks
in the hood, they call me chef boyardram
chopsticks
you n+ggas lookin’ a lil’ sweet and sour over there
chopsticks
chopsticks
don’t get mad

- yo gotti dj drama lyrics

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