Yo Gotti - Cocaine Cowboy lyrics

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Yo Gotti - Cocaine Cowboy lyrics

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? Hey, hey, hey Dope boy n***a, like I'm from Detroit Young ratchet n***a from North Memphis, the street port 305 livin, Export, Import King Pin sh** n***a, c**aine cowboy Dope boy n***a, like I'm from Detroit Young ratchet n***a from North Memphis, the street port 305 livin, Export, Import King Pin sh** n***a, c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I Import, Export sponsored links I'm a c**aine cowboy Move to Miami to get close to the plug Everybody know Yo Gotti sell d** Brand new Phantom, ain't sold no records He a dope boy, that's why the streets respect us f** around n***a, they ain't touched no bricks Rapping bout this work and they ain't done sh** Clown a** n***a should get ran off the block You ain't never drawed down and hit a n***a with your glock You ain't never got a block and broke that b**h out the wrapper So quit saying you a dope boy, you just a rapper n***a play with this game like it's a motherf**ing joke This my motherf**ing code, I give the street n***as hope Dope boy n***a, like I'm from Detroit Young ratchet n***a from North Memphis, the street port 305 livin, Export, Import King Pin sh** n***a, c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I Import, Export I'm a c**aine cowboy Clear up the rumors, let me talk to the streets All that publicity sh** homes, that ain't no beef n***as k**ing in Memphis, head shots off the muscle If u f** up out the b**h, yo fault, u shoulda neva cuffed her One thing I learned from my brother, real k**ers don't talk Gotta know how to move and I think like a boss I spit the sh** that I live, this the sh** I was taught This the sh** imma die about, foreign cars doin drive-by's Imma real n***a and I'm gonna stare Miss me with that f** sh** cause I don't play Young n***as with me tear, code red They tryna to trick me off the streets so I can go fed Dope boy n***a, like I'm from Detroit Young ratchet n***a from North Memphis, the street port 305 livin, Export, Import King Pin sh** n***a, c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I'm a c**aine cowboy I Import, Export I'm a c**aine cowboy