Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:] Dis fa my niggas who felt like (giving up) I feel
Dixies Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:] Dis fa my niggas who felt like (giving up
tonight I want you to say I want you tonight Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey Give me everything tonight Give me everything tonight Give me everything tonight Give
ain't that nigga t' FUCK with I'm from the O so I blast often Motherfuckers wanna test my nuts and be like stuck Cos E-A-Ski's shot some shit up Nigga
don't understand BEATCH! I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape You got enough stuff in here to send us up
sartor pump (sartor pump) Gotta be a renegade (renegade) when it come to funk Some people got a switch blade (switch blade) if they ain't gotta gun I rather knuckle up and fade (up
presidents Sending me decoys with marked money frontin' yo What you need G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin' I say "Give up ya gun" Is what I tell em then I step
tight yo, I spit this tellin' ya'll to live with this I could've had you in the bank now you lost your rank you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to
out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain
who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial And that
Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats Whaaat!? [Cam'Ron] Killa Killa uhh Yo, yo, yo
, before you give it to someone Someone who don't deserve it, just don't hurt 'em baby (you should be with me) I know you're lookin' out for you (but you gotta
Yo, what's up baby? I can't even believe I'm bout to tell you this. But it's like every since I've been with you things you know, just been changing.
lips glow, [Chorus] The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up
temper it was often forseen Yo say somethin bout my momma id shoot ya dead out clean But ya gotta keep in mind that I grew up Mogadishu (tell em) The
lips glow The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up
hold back Heres my love Baby you're the one for me How can we get down tonight No more game lets spend some time Baby won't you give it to me Jus give
