Yo Gotti Liar

[Yo Gotti speaks:]

A see you know, I hate to see a bitch in the club that… bitch ain’t bout shit but think she the motherfuckin’ world…

[Repeat 4x]

You’s a motherfuckin’ liar

Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots

Dem ain’t real curves

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow

You then took a couple pics now you a model

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes

But when april roll around you back relaxing

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You got a head full of yaki

And got the nerve to be in the club acting

You wanna fuck w/ a nigga w/ money

But you a motherfuckin’ booster

Ho money ain’t even what you use to

Petty ass hoes, freak ass ready ass hoes

I’m tired of you pathetic ass hoes

Heard the word “ratchet”

Where ya kids? where ya job?

Where you live?

What you do? where ya car?

Bitch you got it bad

Who wanna blame ya babydaddy

Know he gave it to you when he had it

Bitch I heard you on fire

I don’t wanna fuck you anyway

Health department might come and get you anyday

Bitch you need to pray

Cause you let anybody hit it

Fuck these hoes man they anybody bitches

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Chorus]

Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots

Dem ain’t real curves

You’s a motherfuckin’ liar

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow

You then took a couple pics now you a model

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes

But when april roll around you back relaxing

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You got a head full of yaki

And got the nerve to be in the club acting

I just met this lil bad bitch

And she say she don’t fuck with niggas

But my nigga, he then already hit her

These bitches be confused

Heard you went half on some tru’s

Bitch them ain’t jimmy choo’s

Dem jimmy whos

This bitch was kinda famous

I ain’t gon lie I tried to help her

But I see why her last nigga left her

I gotta give her respect

Cause this bitch a write a check

Have a nigga fresh from his feet to his neck

Big shot ass hoes

Say you charge a nigga but you begging

Triflin ass hoes sharing leggings

Bitch you need to pray

Cause you let anybody hit it

Fuck these hoes man they anybody bitches

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Chorus]

Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots

Dem ain’t real curves

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow

You then took a couple pics now you a model

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes

But when april roll around you back relaxing

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You got a head full of yaki

And got the nerve to be in the club acting

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Yo Gotti speaks:]

I’m feeling dat motherfuckin’ Moët and I’m just sick of these bitches. See you bitches getting in the real bitches way you know what I’m saying, you bitches interfering. know what I mean, if you a real bitch I fuck w/ you. if you a real bitch I know wassup w/ you. if you a get-money hoe just know I fuck w/ you. if you a get-money bitch yeah I know wassup w/ you. ha!

Yo Gotti I Got Dat Sack

Bitch I’m Sacked up

Bitch I’m Racked up

Bitch I’m Stacked up

[Verse 1]

I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada

Niggas know I shop at Saks

Yellow bone super fine

Know I’m hittin’ that from the back

If you see me in the club

Niggas know I got that strap

Security tried to search a nigga

But we comin’ thru the back

See the sparklers in the air?

You know them bottles on the way

CMG takin over mane

That’s all the DJ play

Right on, right on in the club with my white on

Shawty got something tight on

And if that’s your bitch then you might have to fight homes

Gripping on her ass, niggas say I’m disrespectful

I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected ’em

If I’m wanted then I’m running fast, know they gotta catch me

Niggas shot at me and missed

Oll the lord blessed him

I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs ’bout the shit

I rob niggas for they work and don’t feel wrong ’bout the shit

You a pussy ass nigga, you don’t belong with no bricks

I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit

[Hook]

In the club goin’ hard, Niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

[Verse 2]

Niggas standin’ on the couches, throwin’ signs on the club

V.I.P. Bitch I don’t wait in line at the club

It’s a photoshoot, fed takin pictures in this bitch

I’m a nice guy, buyin bitches liquor in this bitch

Got my fam with me, plus my nigga zilla in this bitch

I Don’t Give a Fuck I’m back on my Ridgecrest shit

Yellin “Thug Life”, Niggas on that 2Pac shit

Minnesotta twins bitch I’m on my two Glock shit

You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit

Body found by the river, feed it cement bricks

Eww she nasty, she just had a semen dish

She suck the skin off the dick you should’ve seen this bitch

They say I’m nasty, I think I’mma clean this bitch

Shawty suck it so good, think I’ma clean this bitch

SIKE! She not the type to be a wife

She get her pass, for the night

[Hook]

In the club goin’ hard, Niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Yo Gotti Don’t Come Around

[Chorus x2 – Kendall Morgan:]

Don’t come around again

I believe it, I believe it

[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti:]

When a nigga talk dope, they don’t never speak about the truth

They don’t never speak about you

When a nigga talk real, you don’t even know how it feel

How you gon’ tell me what it is

When a nigga say Gotti, all they know is Leer and Maserati

All they know is turnin’ up the party

All they know is young nigga with a whole bunch of rollies

All they know is young nigga gon’ catch a body

When a nigga say north, nigga talkin’ bout jumpin off the porch

With a bag full of 50 St. Croix

Nigga talkin’ bout trying to fight a gun charge

Trying to fight a brick charge, lawyer ain’t show up in court

When a nigga say trial, nigga talkin’ bout gambling with his life

That’s how a nigga really earn his stripes

When them niggas say he don’t fuck with me like I fuck with him

He ain’t finna do something right

That nigga finna snitch, man I knew that nigga was a bitch

Man I knew that nigga wasn’t shit

He ain’t got no heart, man I knew that nigga was risk

Should’ve killed him when he we went on that lick

When them niggas say bang, nigga they be talking bout my squad

Nigga they be talkin bout my cars

When they say white, nigga they be talkin bout bricks

I’ll buy that shit off of black card, talk to em

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 – Yo Gotti:]

When them niggas say bitch, we don’t really mean no harm

She ain’t gotta be so offensed

When a nigga say ho, ain’t say you know what you is

Shawty you ain’t got to be so defensive

Niggas say you bad, that’s a compliment, not literally

Half naked pictures, but you lookin’ for a gentleman

Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up

Sold your soul to the internet

Damn, damn right it’s a cold world

Losing sleep by my little girl

Damn Mariah hope you don’t be like Maliah

Damn sure hope you don’t be like oh girl

True when a nigga say he like you

Niggas sayin’ what he gon’ do?

Tell a nigga he a lie

Tell him that a real bad bitch get his own so that money can’t buy

When a nigga say he ballin, ask him where his title and his deeds at

Not where his clothes and his keys at

Ask him if he ring, tell him that your daddy was a real baller

He was blowin’ money by the seasons

Let him know you good, left a couple mil in the will for you

Big burner rays right that’ll kill for you

Mama broke bad, left a nigga down bad

I ain’t trippin, don’t show I’m still here for you

[Chorus x2]

Yo Gotti A Part Of Thugs

(Well, Ya boy Gotti mane)

She was light bright damn near white with them Chinese eyes and big girl thighs and it was so many rumors and so many lies about my so many girls and so many wives then it broke up my home she left me alone and I was trying to explain to her on the phone but I’m like what is the use of telling the truth cause I was trained as a youth to do what I do so I’d tell her some lies to make her feel good like one day I’m moving you out the hood it went from kisses and hugs to pushes and shoves but that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)

If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it trill If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it (nothing but keeping it trill)

She just wanted to smile and wanted a child but I was ruinin her dreams by living to wild she said I need to calm down and act like a man and my response was like what the fuck is you sayin cause I was so caught up into moving that white that I was gone 24/7 a night and I didn’t give a fuck if I was wrong or was right cause I was a d-boy living a d-boy life she was a school girl slash d-boy wife and it was in with the wrong and out with the right cause she was tracking and manufacturing drugs but that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)

If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it trill If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it (nothing but keeping it trill)

We was tighter than banging and cooler than friends we thought it would last forever and never would end and we’d get mad at each other and try to pretend like we was calling it quits wasn’t speaking again we went our separate ways for a couple of days you know that separate phases some hell of days like uuh I regret it never doing her friend but it was the need of the moment and you know us men we just think without acting my mind was backtracking but still I say what I mean and I mean I say it’s for real so play your position and show me some love cause that was all a part of fucking with thugs (come on)

If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it trill If you is down and you’d steal for a nigga (well) stay by his side and you’d kill for a nigga if you fuck with a nigga for real it ain’t nothing but keeping it trill (nothing but keeping it trill baby)

Yo Gotti 81

Only if a nigga knew like

It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you

This time last year niggas was like

Talkin’ ’bout uttin’ budgets and shit

I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah

Nigga business partner with JAY Z

Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?

Emory, what it do?

You see ’em

Gotta pick ’em wisely

Gotta choose ’em carefully

Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me

Got bitches I know that don’t care for me

Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined

Why? I’m tryna break CMG

So fuck that, I’m doin’ mine

They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back

Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap

In New York with 3 bangers

Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor

I guess the sets won’t taint him

Guess the money won’t change him

Decisions

Homie on probation

Took him up to Roc Nation

Let him meet Jay, told him be patient

Decisions, and lil homie really got it

Trying to tell him wait his turn

He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body

9 times 9 is 81

I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81

From a family full of hustlers, youngest son

They say get that money, show ’em him how it done

9 times 9 is 81

I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81

From a family full of hustlers, youngest son

They say get that money, show ’em him how it done

How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done

You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done

Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

Biggest deal of my career

I feel the pressure, gotta follow up

Same time I can feel the feds

Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up

Decisions

Closer partners, they in prison

Never want to be the biggest

I just want to be the realest

I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter

Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga

He got the city divided

Bring it together, I tried it

Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it

Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it

I am the king, your highness

You want a problem, well find it

I was too busy gettin’ too many million

Like now the perfect timin’

Let them lil niggas in

They what they do to bitch

I don’t be trippin’ at all

Whatever come with it, I’m with it

Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all

9 times 9 is 81

I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81

From a family full of hustlers, youngest son

They say get that money, show ’em him how it done

9 times 9 is 81

I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81

From a family full of hustlers, youngest son

They say get that money, show ’em him how it done

How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done

You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done

Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

1 million, 2 million, 3

CM9 strictly for the streets

I’m tryna get a twin piece

First class nigga, I’m a millionaire

First class nigga, I’m a millionaire

I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire

I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire

Yo Gotti 11

[Verse 1:]

This the art of hustle, this the art of war

Five mil’ in the crib and it got art galore

Shawty arch her back, like a masterpiece

I’m black but she white and she’s a master freak

Got a lock on that pussy, I got the master key

She like them ’bout it ’bout it niggas, ugh, Master P

I’m a master chef, the way I whip a beat

The way I cook it and cut it, it’s like I mastered the street

It’s the art of grindin’, bricks on consignment

50/50 chance that the plug ain’t gon’ find me

Life of the grindin’, life of the slammin’

Hit a million dollar lick then I move to Miami

[Hook:]

It’s the art

11/11 I’m droppin’ the album

It’s the art

Them white 11s, you know I’m gon’ have ’em

You have art

11: 11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11

Hustle is an art

Cause I’ve been gettin’ money

And I’ve been out here thuggin’ since I was 11

[Verse 2:]

I must met her in Heaven

She like an angel like she got some wings

Put her on jets and I take her to countries

Fuck up the money and show her some things

Mention my name, let you mention the king

You must not know what I mean

When I say art of the hustle

My niggas, my brothas and bitch, I’m a ride for the team

11, 11, the brick 22 so the half was 11

Always gettin’ money, I’ve been doin’ this shit since I was 1-7

Yeah I was 17, nigga, with 17 niggas with MAC 11s

Now the bricks goin for 40, 32 shots, we invested in weapons

11 ARs, 11 AKs, 11 FNs

11 new cars, 11 new chains, but no new friends

The streets been askin’

I’m droppin’ a classic to fuck up the streets

I do what I does

But not just for me, for my niggas to eat

And my bitch been complainin’

She thinkin’ I’m fuckin’ 11 new freaks

And my plug been complainin’

Like fuck all that rap shit, let’s get to the streets

11, that’s one over 10 and one under 12

And I’m still in the hood, tryna catch me some sales and runnin’ from 12

[Hook:]

11, 11, I’m droppin’ the album

This the art

Them Legend 11s, you know I’m gon’ grab ’em

This the art

11: 11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11

And I’ve been in the streets

And I’ve been gettin’ money since I was 11

[Verse 3:]

Just know that I’m comin’

Droppin’ a classic to fuck up the streets

I do what I does

But not just for me, for my niggas to eat

If you fuck with your niggas

You keep it a hundred, you fuckin’ with me

We gotta keep this shit alive

Can’t let these fuck niggas slide

Fuck niggas tryna take over the game

Fuck all these niggas, I’m never gon’ change

Fuck all these labels, I’m never gon’ sign

Fuck all these bitches, ain’t givin’ ’em mind

Fuck all these rappers and albums they’re droppin’

That shit ain’t a hundred, I don’t wanna hear it

Tired of hearin’ he lyin’ talkin’ bout the streets

When niggas ain’t been nowhere near it

But 11, 11

I’m comin’, I promise, I won’t let you down

I’m a give you my story

I give you pain, it’s no fuckin’ ’round

The struggle is real

My niggas got killed, my niggas doin’ life

When we in the streets

And you in the office, it’s fuck your advice

11, 11

Yo Gotti 5 Star

If ya credit score high

And ya nails stay fly

If ya juice box wet

And ya head sumin fly

Dats a 5 star bitch

I wanna 5 star bitch

I need a 5 star bitch

I wanna 5 star bitch

[Verse 1:]

I am top notch nigga

I do grade A shit

I’m a keep it 100

I wanna 5 star bitch

Talkin mouth game serious and can ride dat dick

Shawty walk like she talk like she kno dat she da shit

You dnt live witcha momma plus u moved up out da hood

Couple years on ya own and ya still doin good

You ain’t fightin in da club u ain’t on dat stupid shit

You ain’t worried he got money you ain’t on dat groupie shit

But still money make ya cum

Gotcha swagg game together

Gucci dis louie dat u gotcha bag game together

Gotta mean pump game and a sick shoe fetish

Say you left ya last nigga cause his ass was too petty

[Verse 2:]

If ya baby daddy left ya

Raised ya kids on ya own

And you need a real nigga put my numba in ya phone

If you never left da city

Neva been up outta MEMPHIS

I can be dat thug genie

Give ya three lil wishes

She a stone cold freak

She can get a nigga right

She can cook she can clean

Know how to treat a nigga right

Dats a 5 star bitch

Red bone so thick

Long hair don’t care

Dereon outfit

Go to church every sunday

She a teacher at da school

Ya did it big last night

I had her drunker than a fool

Say she had to call in she could’nteven go to work

Told her come and let me put a couple hundreds in her purse

[Verse 3:]

You went to school to be a nurse

She’s a AKA

Shawty fresh up out da hood but went to TENNESSEE STATE

And friend jus as fine swere to god I ain’t lyin

She a DELTA she be throwin dat dynasty sign I

Pay for both of they tuition

Pay for both of they beautician

Coogi dis

Bb dat

And she luv tru religion

Dats a 5 star chick cause her future so bright

She gotta a cool sense of humor

And her attitude right

She go to real estate school

She do hair on da side

Went to school to practice law

I need her on my side

Dats a 5 star chick you a fool not to keep her

I’m a show u what to do if I eva get to meet her

Yo Gotti Live From The Kitchen

Yeah

Ay,ay we finally here nigga, you know what I’m sayin

Live from the kitchen

I wanna introduce ya’ll to my band

One them name mr. pirex, mr. pot, mr. baking soda,

Know wha I mean, ha

It go live from the kitchen

Li-li-live from the kitchen, its me an my bands

Live from the kitchen, its me an my bands

Baking soda, test tube, pot, and the pan

Live from the kitchen, well over do

Ten mixtapes state I got a porsche sedan coupe,

Yeah that bitch got four doors,

I got four hoes on my screwed up click shit

Got me tippin on four fours

Yeah them knocks ran in my spot

Them bitches kicked down both doors

Confiscated both my choppers an took pitures of both stoves

Gang tags been on my ass, yeah they raided both my shows

Say I’m wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow

From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen

It just me an my bands, shit get for real

Niggas start playin, I dont need a hundred niggas

It just me an my man bap

Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle

You can die about it, but you fight bout it

Niga ye ain’t goin witt me neither

Live from the kitchen it just a statement

Got that kush shit by the bells

An bitch I’m live from the basement

Got that purp in I can taste it

My time don’t you waste it

Niggas think they can start some beef

An then come back an erase it

I got benjamin on my faces, I got lawyers fightin my cases

You know me vs war bugs bunnys in my braclet

Bitch I’m live from the jeweler, I am, just bought a rolla

An pin .. is you a dealer or a user

Wrist abuser, baby momma had it great

She like street niggas, she say I amuse her

Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen

Fuckin bitches on tha dishes,

Bent her over on tha counter,

Right in front the money counter, (chee)

Kept her layin angainst tha fridgerator

Incase I get some anal

Thats a old word, I got old birds

I got old breads an these bitches small heads

I don’t trust niggas, I say they all feds (they is)

We at war wit niggas, an I want em all dead!

Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen

It just me an my bands, pots, pans, pots an pans

Li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my band

When the beat break down let tha money machine roll

I been on tha road doin nothin but cash shows

It juss, li-i, it just me an my bands

Live from tha kitchen, it just me an my man-zilla

What it do young nigga, we got our money right

Plus you got tha green light killa

At tha kitchen table playin dominoes

With some munich niggas, an some shiizty hoes, bitch

They smoke hella blunts, they play wit they nose

They get super high, then they take off they clothes

These hoes gun freaky I make em touch they toes

Ask’d her where she want it at, an she say both holes

Nah bitch I just want some mouth

Gimme some head right here on tha couch

I’m goin north bitch you goin south

I’m Y-O-G-O-T-T-I-. bitch you know what I’m bout

Gotti! from tha kitchen,

Li-li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my bands

I am, me an my bands, I am, me an my bands, I am

Live from the kitchen it just me an my bands, I am

…beep, its all there… beep, (li-li-live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen me an my bands, me an my bands)

Yo Gotti Buy Out

A hundred miles and running, niggas going at the end of me

Niggas switching sides, give me nothing like it’s the end of me.

Niggas having family, but I know these niggas into me.

Pown me, thug it to the motherfucker sin is me.

I’m a train the topic time down, bitch, I’m riding in a ‘rarri.

If you don’t like me, than I’m sorry.

I ain’t og, I’m just being me, fucking pretty clear.

I rap about this shit, ’cause I did it.

Life don’t change, neither do the game,

Niggas getting money, but the rules stay the same.

Who I’m gonna sound with, who I wanna ground with?

That’s my only question, nigga, see ’em G I’m down with.

Cocaine mirrors, cold money guns, every nigga I fuck with with the g I make them bun,

So I never leave the house without my chain on my gut,

Got on my old boy Gucci so I fresh pearl once.

See, nigga, see, I feel like I wanna release, nigga,

I got to face earth, you know what I mean?

And then I got nothing to do and get no money

And that, nigga, that be a hundred.

That be a hundred with yourself, that be a hundred with the niggas,

A hundred with you, you know what I mean?

Man, I got a lot of young nigga around me, nigga,

And that’s straight of low life family, nigga, could kill for each other,

That thing is real.

Murder was the case, nigga, jump a hoardal with a race nigga, down

Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case, nigga,

Told my lawyer go to trial, I’m doing it big in the meanwhile.

If I lose, place a riot for me, if I die don’t stay fire for me,

Pour on some liquor and get higher for me,

I’m doing this thing for my home boys,

I have it, oh, lord, so surely can avoid.

I came here speaking from my heart for some time around

Am I a real rapper or just a nigga on lands?

I don’t know, I’m confused, do I suppose to be rich?

You know that hoe ain’t your hoe, she’s your supposed to be bitch.

No supposed to be clip, I want no allias,

You see ’em G, homie and we don’t franchise.

I get green gas off the whipe ass, don’t get in that pot

And he get bout time.

Hallelujah, bless my shooters, serve my jazle, watch him hit that shooter.

Fuck that rap shit, I don’t fit in,

How they fuck boys, how they fake friends.

Streets on fire, plug on gold mode, streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load.

Fuck your country, I won’t sign it, labels keep calling me, but I don’t call back.

Yo Gotti We Can Get It On

[Hook:]

And we can get it on

Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

And we can get it on

I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I

Just wanna see ya dreams come true

And we can get it on

Right here right now back seat

And we ain’t gotta make it to the suite and I’m a go strong

And I’m a hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to

Put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]

{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)

{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies

I’m a put dat ass to sleep

[Verse 1:]

Break it down to the beat then back it up (ok)

Red bone super thick super tatted up (ok)

Last dude super lame shawty had enough (ok)

Gotti world super real can’t get enough (ok)

Wanna see you smile (ok)

Change yo life around (ok) baby daddy gone (pruu) I accept the child (ok)

Neva won’t fa nothin (nothin)

Neva need fa shit (ok)

Cause I’m a real nigga and you a real bitch and I take you there clothes on clothes off 45 minutes straight zone dose off close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on

Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

[Hook:]

And we can get it on

Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

And we can get it on

I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true

And we can get it on

Right here right now back seat

And we ain’t gotta make it to the suite and I’m a go strong

And I’m a hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]

{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)

{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies

(I’m a put dat ass to sleep)

[Verse 2:]

I like it in da kitchen cause dat my favorite spot she want it in da porshe cause dat her favorite car she got me tryin things dat doin do 2day but I can make it valentine 4 a year str8 got her pregnant I know it ain’t your birthday 30 minutes back seat on your lunch break I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands on you I like 2 volunteer (BEEP) close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]

{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)

{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies

(I’m a put dat ass to sleep)

L-o-v-e I love ya there’s not a thing I won’t do fa ya we can last forever you and me you have everything I want you are all I need

[Verse 3:]

We like Tiny and Tip, maybe Puffy and Kim, Michelle and Obama, maybe Jada and will we like Hova and B, maybe Hillary, Bill we can be who eva we wanna shawty long as we real

[Hook:]

And we can get it on

Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

And we can get it on

I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true

And we can get it on

[Chorus: {Ciara}]

L-o-v-e I love ya there’s not a thing I won’t do fa ya we can last forever you and me you got everything I want you are all I need {La La La La La La Lah}

Got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like) {La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies

(I’m a put dat ass to sleep)