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yo gotti - rake it up (coalition djs remix) lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
these are the tales, the freaky tales
the f+ck up out her face if you ain’t ready to pay b+tch!
maxpayneshawty!
coalition djs, too $hort, b+tch!
for sure, yeah!

[verse 1: too $hort]
it’s what a told a b+tch, get that money hoe
get yo paper girl, you ain’t never broke, b+tch!
don’t try to figure out how much you make
just get a big garbage bag and a f+cking rake
i’ve seen lovely ass stilettos getting them racks
maila bands get so much motherf+cking money and wax
these broke b+tches can’t f+ck with johnny baby and cheese
can’t f+ck with cali and struggles can’t f+ck with foxy and blaze
i always hit the strip club when i go to the a
the b+tches look good and them b+tches get paid
yo n+gga it’s short dog and got nothing to say
just get the f+ck up out her face if you ain’t ready to pay b+tch!

[chorus: yo gotti]
i tell all my hoes, “rake it up
break it down, bag it up”
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up, f+ck it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
i tell all my hoes (what?) “rake it up
break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[verse 2: t.i.]
i knew a redbone stripper with freckles her name linda
stayed name and pleasure she was fine and whatever
i knew girls who bring they girls so they can do it together
take a hit of it and she hear me and they can do it forever
f+ck her so good her homegirl jealous make them mad at each other
i make it so the only thing they doing it together
he need free cîroc to run these streets ain’t nothin new to me captain
n+ggas say i ain’t the king you know they truly be cappin
i got a bad b+tch in dallas she gon do it for daddy
bust it open in miami fore i flew her to cali
a hundred fifty on me and i put some more in the trunk
ain’t gon be no misunderstanding let you know from the junk

[chorus: yo gotti]
i tell all my hoes, “rake it up
break it down, bag it up”
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up, f+ck it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
i tell all my hoes (what?) “rake it up
break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[verse 3: yo gotti]
i made love to a stripper (stripper), first i had to tip her (phrrr)
twenty thousand ones (woo), she said i’m that n+gga (i am)
i said, “i’m that n+gga, b+tch, i already know it” (i know it)
i come with bad weather (ksh), they say i’m a storm (ayy)
vvs’s in my charm, that’s a roc+a+fella chain
i was sendin’ bricks to harlem back when jay was still with dame
i’m in phillipe chow (what?), i got a patek on (okay)
got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr)
she gon’ f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
she don’t need make+up (make+up)
she gon’ rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
she gon’ tell a n+gga pay up (pay up)
she said pay for the p+ssy, pay for the p+ssy (pay)
wait for the p+ssy, wait for the p+ssy (wait)
asked god to forgive me (why?)
’cause i prayed for the p+ssy, prayed for the p+ssy

[chorus: yo gotti]
i tell all my hoes, “rake it up
break it down, bag it up”
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up, f+ck it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
i tell all my hoes (what?) “rake it up
break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[verse 4: nicki minaj]
yo, yo
brought out the pink lamborghini just to race with chyna
brought the wraith to chyna just to race in china
lil’ bad trini b+tch but she mixed with china
real thick v+g+n+, smuggle bricks to china (woo)
i tell all my n+ggas (yo), cut the check (cut the check)
buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
i’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
i’m a bad b+tch, i’ma throw fits on it (fits)
i’ma bust it open! i’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
i don’t date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh)
all my n+ggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
i think he need a bonnie, i might just let him find me
never trust a big b+tt and a smile, word to ronnie
re+rep queens like supreme, ask webb and nitti
a+ask bimmy and joe, n+gga, run me my dough
wr+wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
nickname is nicki, but my name ain’t nicole (grrr)

- yo gotti lyrics

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