paroles de chanson Loco Wit Da Cake - Yo Gotti
[Chorus
- Schife]Spent
thirty
in
the
mall
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Five
cars
sitting
tall
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Ten
on
some
Cali'
bud
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Then
I
hit
the
strip
club
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Glittered
up
my
wrist
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Then
I
Guccied
up
my
bitch
Going
loco
with
the
cake
Repping
five
with
the
pimps
Going
loco
with
the
cake
I
put
on
my
whole
team
Going
loco
with
the
cake
[Verse
1- Ace
Hood]Now
hold
up,
wait
a
minute
let
the
bad
boy
in
it
I
been
off
for
about
a
minute
Now
it's
minutes
on
this
grizzy
Where
you
been?
To
every
city,
stacking
money
to
the
ceiling
Rubber
bands,
twenty
grands
in
my
pants,
fuck
with
me!
I
am
Ace
to
the
double
O
D,
and
I
got
to
O.D.
with
all
this
cream
Going
in
loco,
hello
fellow
yellow
off
Camaro
They
know
who
it
is!
Switching
gears,
boy
you
see
what's
in
his
ears
Piece
of
freezer
on
my
chest,
think
my
jeweler
made
a
mess
Got
me
twenty
chains
on,
you
can't
even
see
my
neck
Always
on
the
phone
with
money,
boy
they
know
I'm
so
obsessed
Underrated
in
the
game,
but
I
die
for
my
respect
We
the
Best,
Ace
Hood,
cut
the
motherfucking
check
nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse
2- Yo
Gotti]I'm
going
loco
with
the
cake,
I
think
I
lost
my
mind
Get
Emmitt
on
the
phone,
because
I
can't
see
the
time
He
put
diamonds
in
the
face,
he
done
tricked
a
nigga
again
Talked
me
into
buying
a
necklace
when
I
could've
bought
a
Benz
I'm
going
loco
in
the
hood,
you
local
in
your
hood
I
got
four
mojos
in
the
trunk,
a
502
under
the
hood
That's
a
hundred
grand
Cutlass,
a
five
star
bitch
And
if
you
think
I
ain't
thugging,
I
go
loco
in
this
bitch
Thirty
two
shot
Glock,
clip
hanging
out
the
bottom
Let
off,
but
I
missed
and
my
young
niggas
got
him
Yo
Gotti
fuck
nigga,
you
think
you
go
harder?
Just
rein
script
off
Galveston,
we
loco
with
them
choppers
[Chorus]
[Verse
3- Young
Dro]Sniper
boy,
rifle
boy,
piper
boy,
Spyder
toy
All
my
rims
Eiffel
boy,
kush
I
need
a
lighter
boy
Ether
G,
GSG,
P$C,
BAD,
OMG,
TTG,
CTE,
we
be
deep
P.O.L.O.
PRP,
AR
he,
they
are
we
SRT,
SRG,
Sergeant
Dro,
yes
I
be
Plus
I
got
that
vest,
Bankhead
you
can't
flex
on
me
Westside
bitch
I'm
in
the
club,
I
got
that
TEC
on
me
Extra
deep,
TECs
on
me,
swinging
nothing
less
on
me
Spending
twenty
at
the
bar,
whole
club,
that's
on
me
Hunt
it
out,
call
it
out,
count
it
up,
ball
it
out
I'm
turning
up,
I'm
turning
up
Dro
that
what
they
talking
about
[Chorus]
![Yo Gotti - Crack Muzik](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/2/n/a/p/e9yoi0pan2.jpg)
1 I Run
2 Blockstars
3 Amnesia
4 Tie The Bag Tight
5 5 Star
6 Better Believe It
7 Work Ya Wrist
8 Holla
9 Yams Pt. 2
10 What You Think
11 Money Maker
12 I Get It In
13 Like Dat
14 Mo Money
15 Send Me An Angel
16 Middleman
17 Err Chance
18 Underground
19 Loco Wit Da Cake
20 Grind And Shine
21 Phone Ring
22 Street Boy
23 You're A Jerk
24 36 O's
25 Two Seats
26 Julius
27 Poppin Rubberbands
28 She Right
29 Easy
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