Yo Gotti Touchdown Lyrics

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Aye you know I'm cocaine crazy right?
These *****s go white dis , white that (Quit ****ing with me, white everything)
A lil' ***** I **** with talk bout she want white cat
You know this my city *****! (Ho you crazy) ***** *** *****
I got bass in the trunk, highs on the inside,
Marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown,
A ***** going long, field goal,
Extra point a ***** going strong 210 on the dash,
Blue jean inside, white wit blue top,
Like the Yankees when I come past Home run,
That boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets talkin', gotta be doin' good
*****s wanna try 'em,
Couple *****s from the hood you know how that go,
*****s say you don't **** wit em,
Truth be told wen I hustlin' I ain't **** wit 'em same ***** still owe me on a pack,
Think a ***** forgot because I'm rappin' nah
When I get off the road,
I shoot back to my town new whips,
New watch, **** with me,
Its goin' down own family hatin',
*****s looking mad, guess it be little better if a ***** was doin' bad, but momma got a smile,
Brother still wild I gotta get this money I just had another child, They say I'm gettin' fat,
Guess I'm eatin' good 20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, Yo Gotti,
Sometimes I think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime I gotta think ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown,
A ***** going long, field goal, extra point a ***** going strong 210 on the dash,
Blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the Yankees when I come past Home run,
That boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

My city rootin' for me the club owners mad 'cause I won't come to kick it for under 25 bands
And you taking it personal I'm just tryna feed my mans see you ain't a real *****
So that's somethin' you wouldn't understand but if it wasn't for my homeboys
And if it wasn't for my fans I would of been clicked on you *****es
And doin' a quarter off and the can but I'mma keep on grindin' and keep on shinin'
'Cause that's what you can't stand I'mma kill you *****es softly every time I ride pass
What the **** make you wanna beef wit me like you street as me
Running round here talking down ***** you ain't use to be wit me *****
You ain't use to tote heat wit me ***** you ain't use to eat wit me *****
I was thuggin' and Ridgecrest yo funky *** was somewhere down the street
Yo **** *** ain't no real g tell me where dey do that at gang bang in yo neighborhood
But round me wouldn't even throw up your set ************s do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't **** around