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yo gotti - julius erving lyrics

[chorus: x2]
you got them birds i want a few, first i’m a drop a deuce
homeboy want twelve, i want thirty, boy that’s forty-two
call that pick, that james worthin, zone six, (julius erving)
set my dunk on (julius erving) ride through the six like george gervin

[gucci mane:]
see the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete,
tell em paper attack me, d-mn that thing look nasty
d-mn this thing a cl-ssic, everybody starin
pull up in a chevy, put your cutl-ss in a casket
simple dunk can’t catch me, i’m dammit twisted backwards
candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip
my rims just did a backflip,
dem lips on my rims so big they f-cked round and did a front flip
the way i got my dunk flipped, way i got the motor flipped
punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt
slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk
white guts, white rims

[chorus x2]

[yo gotti:]
73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck
trunk like a concert, that mean that b-tch loud as f-ck
everything kitted up, that boy digital
hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful
hardwood floors in that b-tch look like my grandma’s house
white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandma’s couch
trunk having a heart attack, when i’m doin a summersault
michael jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
sunday hang b-mpin no real, i’m b-mpin now green
monday hang sellin no white, i’m sellin all green
yo gotti i’m the king, no soon as i hit the scene
i’m watchin (colors), and then i watch my plasma screen

[chorus]

- yo gotti lyrics

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