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yo gotti - disqualified lyrics

[hook: yo gotti]
you disqualified shawty, you disqualified
you disqualified shawty, you disqualified
straight thirst, you disqualified
fake purse, you disqualified
dem’ your friend clothes, talking bout you got it hard
in the club every week, but you ain’t got a job
you disqualified shawty, you disqualified
you disqualified shawty, you disqualified

[verse 1: yo gotti]
bad b-tch with me look like the kardashians
pull up in the club in that brand new aston
jumped i jumped the line cause i’m very important
shawty got a kush habit, but i ain’t supporting it
she rock knockoff bags, it’s 2012
tried to steal her some trues, so she just got out of
jail
boyfriend an athlete, baby daddy a dope boy
but she still get food stamps and still on welfare
but she phat as a motherf-cker, i think she got -ss
shots
stay in some red bottoms, don’t know if they real or
not
she have her ups and her downs, somehow she always go
hard
she say she work for herself, ain’t going in n-body
jobs

[hook]

[verse 2: wale]
shawty who you with, f-ck that, who you let hit
f-ck that, i already know, that’s why you fluke as sh-t
bomb chicks, no bomb chicks, and the cl-ssy ones who i
now f-ck with
had a lack of cl-ss, so i dropped her -ss
and even if i don’t, i switch subjects
put no n-gg- over your seat, get your figures up by all
means
he been gone a lot but know the times is hard
but know the club is not no release
don’t you talk too much in these streets
make no friends with none of these freaks
cause they interest isn’t on you, bet you break up,
they calling up heat
don’t you stress him over no b’s, don’t buy things from
off c-n-l street
when the phone ring don’t ask who dialing
if he love you, don’t worry bout it
now he got you, and he can’t live without you
and your relationship is unbreakable, until, until i
come

[hook]

[verse 3: yo gotti]
see you the type of b-tch a n-gg- don’t wife
you come with too many problems and your sh-t ain’t
right
see you the type of b-tch that always complain
but you the type of b-tch don’t do a d-mn thang
work, b-tch you ain’t know about that
b-tch you ain’t never had a job
b-tch you ain’t never got a check
b-tch always got her hand out, ho must think i’m paying
out
coming out the just house looking like that
in the club every week, on a new n-gg- d-ck
b-tch, we don’t like hoes like that, nevertheless, wife
hoes like that
think you bad somebody must’ve lied, ho your -ss ain’t
qualified
and she say i’m a dog and i be in the streets
but a b-tch going be a b-tch, so i’ma let her be

[hook]

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