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yo gotti - cocaine cowboy lyrics

what’s up?
what’s up?
what’s up?
what’s up?
hey, hey, hey
dope boy n-gg-r like i’m from detroit
young wretched n-gg-r from no memphis the street
305 live i have export, import
king b sh-t n-gg-r cocaine cowboy

dope boy n-gg-r like i’m from detroit
young wretched n-gg-r from no memphis the street
305 live i have export, import
king b sh-t n-gg-r cocaine cowboy
i’m a cocaine cowboy
i’m a cocaine cowboy
i import export
i’m a cocaine cowboy

move to miami until i’m closer to board
everybody know yo gotti sell drugs
brand new fathom ain’t sell no record
he a dope boy, that’s why the streets respect us
f-ck around n-gg-r i ain’t touched no bricks
about this work and they ain’t done sh-t
push the clown that n-gg-r sugar when i bluff
you ain’t never drop down to hear a n-gg-r with your glock
you ain’t never bought a block and …that b-tch out the rap
so quit saying you a dope boy, you just a romper
n-gg-r play with this game like it’s a motherf-cking joke
this my motherf-cking coat i get a street n-gg-r’s quote

clear up the rumors, let me talk to the streets
all that publicity sh-t hoe, that ain’t no beef
n-gg-rs killing in memphis, laying shots off the muscle
one thing i learned from my brother, real killers don’t talk
sh-t i know how to move and i think like a boss
i spit the sh-t that i live it’s the sh-t i would talk
it’s the sh-t imma die for…
i’m a real n-gg-r and i don’t stare
leave me with that fake sh-t cause i don’t play
n-gg-rs with me tear his wh-r- rib
they tryin to trick me off the streets so i can go

- yo gotti lyrics

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