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Kevin Gates - John Gotti lyrics

[Intro:]
Real nigga radio! Fuck!
Sometimes I tell a bitch, and we shut up and pass the weed
Sometimes I tell a bitch, and we shut up and pass the weed
Sometimes I tell a bitch, and we shut up and pass the weed
Free my niggas!
I been smoking... and wish I was with em
Free my niggas!

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, its nothing for to get it gone.
With music, I aint won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gonna be a god in New Orleans like that nigga Diamond.
Landlord in the South like my nigga Lucio
Call ... in front of David Way screeching free Lucas!
Fuck that nigga bitch, I got the same feeling ...
Bitch on a ... bitch, I just got off the phone with him
My old friends faking, sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man, whats wrong with em?
You got them college niggas forward, I be with stone killers.

Youre doing bad before they switched thumb
When youre out of power, its over
Everybody love you when you feed the streets
When you leave the streets, they dont know you!
Brooke used to love me till another nigga
With a bigger check approached her
Up in D out, when I was calling home
She was at the niggas house smoking.
I was trying to go to church as a family
But Hunter, he wont be going.
All the 87 was unsurprised, I went and bought that four
Texting, saying someone that I love
Let him use his whip as a loaner.
Praise be to god, everything done in the dark really come back on you
Cocaine flipper, got the same niggas I came with, and we rolling!
In the studio with my nigga hood,
but them niggas round him, they pussy
Gangster shit, get to going platinum,
Theyll sit around and be looking
Im so depressed Ill kill myself,
would somebody go head and cook me?
Fuck!

Hook:
Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard Mary logo and a Maserati
Booby, black gunner, and man they still gonna catch a bad ass
And if you fuck around with razor, bitch, Im out my body, huh
Sideways, coupe be out my body!
Whole clique pull up in ... bitch, we out our body
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And you ever disrespect it, then its kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like Im John Gotti.
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti!
Feel the shit, this aint a hit,
I feel like John Gotti, John Gotti!
It aint shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti!

Praise to Allah, I was born a God, with the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for razor wet, and I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunner in the Porsche truck, and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, Id rather get cash
Drinking, she bad and she in the bags.
Up in the Louis, youre merely a Gucci
I tell em its Gucci when they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
Cause Im bout my business, and back selling sand
I dont get tired! Im bout my business, and back selling sand
Get that!
Im bout my business, and back selling sand!
Im bout my business, and back selling sand!

Packed up my bags and jumped out on the freeway
Say house where the heart is, dont know where Im going
Activist drinking, Im leaning and pouring
Those who dont get it say, what are you on?
My mother had sex with an angel
Born in a martyr and aint even know it.
Driving on low while the side of my Porsche
Beat the fuck out a bitch, aint no slamming my doors
Im only excited by spiritual things, and I swear I cant wait to move on
All my niggas I lost my mission,
Cant wait to be with you, Im on my way home!
When they flip the script without warning
Talking about shit you never did for em
God bless you and break in your body
Wish I would let you dig in my pockets
Lazy ass bitch, get up and start grinding
Out on the streets, you never been balling
Finally got blessed and money started piling
Got my first mil, a nigga aint smiling, wiling.

Hook:
Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard Mary logo and a Maserati
Booby, black gunner, and man they still gonna catch a bad ass
And if you fuck around with razor, bitch, Im out my body, huh
Sideways, coupe be out my body!
Whole clique pull up in ... bitch, we out our body
Sideways!
Real nigga radio! Fuck!

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