Yo Gotti Off Top Of THe Head Pt. 4 song lyrics

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TASH

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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things

You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh

Rap niggaz, we dippin' individuals

Some of us be frontin', some of us is really criminals

Swimmin' in the women and money we never had, it's sad

Rap could turn a good nigga bad

But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle

I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro

What's up though, I'm still the same nigga, a super freak

I blow a G a week, catch me burnin' rubber up the street

Rap niggaz, always smokin' indo

So every time we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window

But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless

My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists

Rap money, we get that shit and blow it

We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it

Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK

Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A.

Let me get that

Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds

Be like all them niggaz on it

Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes

Meet you on the left side of the boat

Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go

We like everywhere, party where the fans go

It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype

Got ya station in a smash right