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Gangsta Party - текст песни



Gangsta Party


(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song (Texts of songs )*





[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs]


This ya boy Yo Gotti


Street Tunes Productions


We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one


D Boys, this a gangsta party


Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti





[Hook - Yo Gotti]


All my hot girls bop for me


Go 'head and drop for me


D Boys rock with me


Come buy the bar with me


Dime pieces smile for me


And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me


Throughout the crowd with me





[Verse 1 - Eightball]


This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring


Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing


Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it


Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it


Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know


Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino


Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me


Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling


But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track


Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act


I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it


Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it





[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]





[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]


I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang


Down here in Memphis where we off the chain


Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes


I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen


Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't


I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'


Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'


I just come to party, get at shorty head


Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it


I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man


One of these hoes gon' get it man


From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south


Yo Gotti gon' represent it man


No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans


Still thugged out and it ain't no secret


I got my paper out the drug zones


I got my paper out the gutter man


Sellin' bud man with my brother man


If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days


You'd see why Gotti still love the game


My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show


Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low





[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]





[Yo Gotti]


This for all my street niggaz and bitches


From M Town to H-Town


Free Pimp C, shit





[Verse 3 - Bun B]


Here we come, we keepin' it trill


Ain't no need to ask if you see


Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me


Myself and I that's Bun B


I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean


I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen


When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key


I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me


Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather


If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together


Cuz when I pull up at the valet man


Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'


Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'


People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us


Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us


We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it


Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited


I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest


Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited





[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]



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