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lirik lagu yo gotti, moneybagg yo & cmg the label - gangsta art

[chorus: yo gotti & lehla samia]
days been cold just like my wrist
i’ll be used to, i
yeah
it’s cmg the album, n~gga, you know what i’m sayin’? (paint these words just like my whips)
history (what you know ’bout gangsters’ art?)
you ain’t never seen this many gangsters in the same squad (days been cold just like my wrist)
you ain’t never seen this much money with no issues (i’ll be used to, i)
know what i’m sayin’? (paint these words just like my whips)
you ain’t never seen this many big dogs come together, n~gga, yeah (what you know ’bout gangsters’ art?)
[verse 1: mozzy]
extortion still exists (yeah)
orchestrate the blitz
when we was kids, i thought that corner’ll make me rich
it’s forced until i’m torchеd ’cause that mean more to mе than this b~tch
give a f~ck about your hustle, that don’t mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
scorin’ up with these sticks, if you don’t pour enough, i ain’t sippin’
threw switches on his gl!ck, but when he bl!ck ’em, they be glitchin’
be discreet and keep your distance, when it get greasy, you can’t fix it
don’t be subbin’ me in your mentions, b~tch, you givin’ the feds assistance
they be givin’ the feds descriptions
i’m bangin’ the red division
my brother ain’t here to sip with me, so i’m pourin’ out red prescription
these n~ggas ain’t gettin’ no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin’
these n~ggas ain’t sendin’ no hits, they sendin’ attempteds, that’s the difference

[verse 2: est gee]
yeah
n~ggas got me bent
thinkin’ that i’m goin’ like i ever went (thinkin’ that i’m goin’ or somethin’)
on the phone with chase, locked my account, i’m like, “the h~ll i spent?” (f~ck ’em)
one thing i ain’t know is how it’d go when the feds hit (i ain’t know that)
same feelings your man get, chop hit his top and his dreads twist (yeah, you know that, rrr, rrr)
playin’ cool, they play you like a fool, i learned my lesson (i learned my lesson)
no to tellin’
no to bein’ in these streets without your weapon
pj chillin’
ridin’ through my section
i better not feel threatened (better not feel threatened)
he was p~ssy, wet him (wet him)
i’m protected (rrr, rrr)
that’s my conscience checkin’ (rrr, rrr)
n~gga, what you tryna do is all that it come down to
when they huddled up against us, draco knocked they crowd loose
all these trials never break me down, my morale boost
these the last two yerks, i chewed ’em first before i found dude
ridin’ through, yeeky on my lap, cars back to back
n~gga run up, he heard, “blatt,” he gon’ die he don’t shoot back
and it’s so many n~ggas whacked, he must not wanna get me back
my opps so p~ssy, n~gga might not do nothin’ to me if i left
[chorus: moneybagg yo, moneybagg yo & lehla samia]
days been cold just like my wrist, i’ll be used to, i
every picture i paint must be vivid (paint these words just like my wrist)
blood, sweat, and tears on the canvas (what you know ’bout gangsters’ art? go)

[verse 3: moneybagg yo]
never got nowhere bein’ the nice guy (nah)
yeah, i got it, but just know the price high (up)
prada martyr, i came out the house fly
spark come out of the switch, 4th of july (frr)
diamonds sluggin’, i’m back to my old ways (ayy)
tinted phantom, gettin’ chauffeured by josé (skrrt)
book me out the states, they gotta translate
how could n~ggas think we on the same page? (huh?)
everybody gon’ shine together, we grind together, get caught, do the time together (gang)
b~tch, i’m a rebel, this a fraternity, throwin’ up signs, i be with the steppers
millionaire at an early age
this the lifestyle of the young and paid
i done took my talent to the global stage
look at him pourin’ drank at the vmas
stickin’ to the same rules (what’s that?)
no new friends, same old dudes
got no receipt, but paid all dues
should’ve went diamond, i dropped jewels
underneath my pillow where the ar be
paint an ugly picture, gangster a~r~t
in an srt with an h~o~e
in an aug (three letters), cmg
[chorus: lehla samia]
days been cold just like my wrist (h~llo, this is a pre~paid collect call from)
i’ll be used to, i (an inmate at—)
paint these words just like my whips (this call is subject to recording and monitoring)
what you know ’bout gangsters’ art? (to accept charges, press one)

[verse 4: 42 dugg]
judge just gave my young n~gga a nat, hope i ain’t next
prosecutor been readin’ my messages, she got me stressed and sh~t
run off, i better not catch the b~tch
fell out with my bestest mans
i done dodged a few broad days, shoutout that f&n
dugg did what? b~tch, guess again
prices drop, i’m taxin’ still
why you rat? i’m askin’ will
why you rat? i’m askin’ g
young and turnt, me, g, and drizz
stack my money and have some kids
gotti, this just what it is
cmg a hundred years

[chorus: lehla samia]
days been cold just like my wrist
i’ll be used to, i (it was another dangerous night in memphis)
paint these words just like my whips (with police responding to multiple shootings across the city)
what you know ’bout gangsters’ art? (the activist tried to make the city safe)

[verse 5: blac youngsta]
feds wanna know my whereabouts, you get a headshot, go against this, your leg shot
young n~gga pulled up in a demon with that chopper, he a demon, you get a red dot
real gangster out in memphis, book me for a show, i’m doin’ every slot
mama told me she can picture me on the front row of the grammys with my legs propped (yeah)
2015, i was burnin’ lights in the h~llcat (h~llcat)
bought my dog a scat pack, he crossed me out, so i fell back (facts)
when the bomb land, he say it didn’t land, but you know i smell that (what’s that?)
he sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (i want your soul)

[chorus: lehla samia]
days been cold just like my wrist
i’ll be used to, i
paint these words just like my whips
what you know ’bout gangsters’ art?

[verse 6: yo gotti]
label full of felons, all our entourage jailin’ (real sh~t)
i’ll give a pack to my n~ggas if they ain’t sellin’
and i’ll risk it all with my n~ggas ’cause they ain’t tellin’ (they ain’t tellin’)
first you get the money, then i mail it
first you roll the truffle, then inhale it
my b~tch look like keisha off of belly (belly)
vacuum seal the pack, you can’t smell it (woo)
that’s a ton in the truck, you can’t mail it
i been eatin’ spaghetti with the lobster (lobster)
n~gga, i’m a motherf~ckin’ mobster
ceo that’s runnin’ with the robbers
we get paid on time, they don’t want no problems
platinum plaques and choppers (choppers)
they made the news and the charts (charts)
who turned this gangster sh~t into an art? (us)
cmg

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