lirik lagu yo gotti - bad behavior
bad behavior lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(traxamillion)
yeah
[verse 1]
wait a minute wait a minute
last time i checked, i had a half a hundred million
know a memphis n~gga out in beverly hills
i been by publishing and selling pills
big dog status, watch with no stones
n~ggas buy dior i be buyin’ homes
somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
no hard feelings got a better b~tch, i’m moving on
i be spending dope, shootin’ every song
if i get indicted off these lyrics, say it’s gon’ be—long, uh
you a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
no collect calls, we do iphones
all my n~ggas locked up they got iphones
and i cleared the bank to bring my n~ggas home, yeah
start over yeah, yeah, start over
seven loud, yeah, yeah, strong odor
twenty thousand square feet, i don’t call it home
walkin’ ’round this b~tch, i feel so alone
text’s to my son, ask him when he comin’
give him a hundred k like, “give it to your mommy”
just because yeah, yeah, just because
i remember the struggle, it ain’t none but love
bad memories, but can’t forget the opps
i invest in pills, bricks, and weed ‘fore i invest in stocks
[chorus]
paper~heavy, paper~heavy
get this money, take sh~t from n0body how they raise you?
mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
thirteen out the service, amg all on my dresser
when they hang up my jersey that’s a 36
i could hang up my jersey, i sold a thousand bricks
they can flame up my jersey, i blew a hundred sticks
i can retro my jersey, i been doin’ this sh~t
[verse 2]
couple n~ggas try, couple don’t survive
championship rings, one to all the guys
you f~cked up then she f~cked up, why you act surprised?
you don’t own the p~ssy, guess you can’t accept the fact she lied
paper~heavy, paper~heavy
mama was a ho, i guess that’s how a mama raised him
daddy was a p~ssy n~gga so i guess she f~cked with suckers
all she know was lame ass n~ggas, look at her brother
gotti, where you been, where you been?
i been out the scene countin’ millions by the teens
i been on vacation chillin’, f~ckin’ b~tches friends
i been kinda silent, still slidin’ gettin’ revenge
[chorus]
paper~heavy, paper~heavy
get this money, take sh~t from n0body how they raise you?
mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
thirteen out the service, amg all on my dresser
when they hang up my jersey that’s a 36
i could hang up my jersey, i sold a thousand bricks
they can flame up my jersey, i blew a hundred sticks
i’m the streets mvp, it don’t get real as this
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