Yo Gotti feat. Kendall Morgan Don’t Come Around Lyrics

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Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

When a ***** talk dope
Damn they’ll speak about the truth
Damn they’ll speak about you
When a ***** talk real
You won’t even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a ***** say Gotti
All that noise from my Maseratti
All that noise turnin' up the party
All that noise young ***** with a whole bunch of rubbers
All that noise young ***** gon' catch a problem
When a ***** say no, ***** come and jumpin out the Porsche
With a bag full of 50 same court
***** still I try to fight a gun charge
Try to fight a brick charge
Lawyer ain't show up in court
When a ***** say trial, ***** comin' down with life
That’s how a ***** really earn his stripes
When them *****s say
You’ll **** with me like I **** with him
He ain’t finna do something right
That ***** finna snitch
I knew that ***** was a *****
Man I don’t owe that ***** one ****
Ain’t got no heart, man I knew that ***** wasn’t rich
Should've killed him when he went up that lift
When them *****s say bang, ***** they be talkin bout my squad
***** they be talkin bout my cars
When they say white
***** they be talkin bout brick side
Buy that **** off of black card, talk to em

Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

When them *****s say *****, we don’t really mean no harm
She ain’t gotta be so offensed
When a ***** say ho, ain’t say you know what you is
Shawty you ain’t got to be so defenseful
*****s say you bad
That’s a compliment, not literally
Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman
Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up
Sold your soul to the internet
Damn, damn right it's a cold world
Losing sleep, I'm a little girl
Them are right and we gonna like the right
Damn sure, ho be do me like oh girl
True when a ***** say it like you
*****s sayin what he gon' do?
Tell a ***** he a lie, tell him that a real bad ***** get his own so that money can’t buy
When a ***** say he ballin and someone’s title in the desert
Not worth closing, it’s teasin
Ask him if he ring
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner rays right that’ll kill for you
Mama broke bad, left a ***** down bad
I ain’t trippin, don’t show I’m still here for you

Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

Don’t come around again
I believe it
I believe it

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