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Yo Gotti - 9 to 5 lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [verse 1] First of all yo gotti represent every thug Went to school graduated operated with drugs Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches with all Up to no good in da hood but to play with my dawg Been had six figures and that ain't no lie I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High I had gold like whoa! I just wanted to be A fucking lawyer but that was to long for me Never knew I'll rob with the blackout squad I admit when I was young shit I had a job That was cool at first but I had to get paid A 150 dollars a week must think I'ma slave Maybe that's the reason why niggas been fucking with birds Got the urge and the nerves to kick a bitch to the curb I'm bout tied of bitches asking me have I been in love I'm a human being bitch til I do pump blood Let the rumor do some shit that a nigga didn't like When I was young and dumb didn't know wrong from right My old man telling me young cat walk like Out of mind out of sight now my head on right [bridge] Gotti-ah, gotti-ah, gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti-ah [chorus 4x] I tried me a 9 to 5 but it'n work Put my trust in a bitch end up getting nerved [verse 2] I was 12 years old in the vista cove I didn't want to get a job I want to sell me some more I didn't want to go to church I wanted to get me some dough Or a European Chevy with a matching vogue They say I'm madeful ungrateful cuz I ain't faithful Good things come and go but I'll miss them later Tip so niggas know gotti ain't they savior I'm just trying to fuck all these hoes while I'm able Big bro in and out the door cutting paper Lil bro keep them out seen them getting paper Gotti ask them questions when I seen them at the table What the fuck is that? and what you doing with that razor? I'm dead fucking serious And while he smoking on some dro And laughing I'm getting more and more furious Real off experience I seen it first hand That's why I had to make a plan to get them Benjamins [bridge] [chorus 4x] [verse 3] Nigga block on lock better tuck that shit Ain't no motherfucker round that can fuck with this Call nigga when they really won't infecting this I&E rap hustlas getting checks for this How many niggas you know that can go come from above? Without a bill on the real yeen ain't fucking with us I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us This a health train come on bitch swallow the nut And follow it up by getting the fuck off the bus Catching the cut what don't speak on trust Don't know what it mean and me speak no English And me don't work me a thug me no jerk Back in the day me got my feelings hurt But never again catch me fucking a friend From 8 to 10 she ain't working nor getting revenge |
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