John Gotti - My Heart In paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson My Heart In - John Gotti



I put my heart in this shit
Bitches way back in the g wouldn′t give me no love
She try sell me them cheeks I went and fuck her free
I ain't give her a hug
Niggas be sweet as a bitch, no you cant hang wit me nigga you not a thug
Calling them plays for me, I stood in the hole my nigga like terrell suggs
You try to play wit me I reach for the 38 special and blew off his mug
My niggas ready to die and cruddy as shit they fuck around take off the plug
I took a look in the sky
They need to free lor ri cuz that′s my big cuz
Come put a hole in my eye, if I had the choice of that or tell on my dug
Beat it up beat it up pack got right
Come to my hood niggas trap all night
I hate a nigga who not gon fight
Put in that work I earned my stripes
Caught em in traffic again
Couldn't get him so we wacking the friend
We really spinning them benz
Talking that shit you gon die wit ya men
None of these niggas my kin
Living my life I don't care if I sin
Water too deep ima swim
Stomp on his ass in my all black tim′s
You niggas snitch to the pigs
762 bullet right to his head
Hallow tip fuck up a dread
My niggas wild I think they got lead
I put my heart in this shit
Bitches way back in the g wouldn′t give me no love
She try sell me them cheeks I went and fuck her free
I ain't give her a hug
Niggas be sweet as a bitch, no you cant hang wit me nigga you not a thug
Calling them plays for me, I stood in the hole my nigga like terrell suggs
You try to play wit me I reach for the 38 special and blew off his mug
My niggas ready to die and cruddy as shit they fuck around take off the plug
I took a look in the sky
They need to free lor ri cuz that′s my big cuz
Come put a hole in my eye, if I had the choice of that or tell on my dug
I done been turning up im on new level
Bury his ass I went gotta new shovel
My nigga good I tell em do better
If you around then you a go getter
I don't waste time ya dig
Calling my phone I decline ya dig
She tryna give me her head
She gotta man that ain′t none of my biz
Told me she ready for kids
Ain't even hit I was gone wit the wind
People gon hate I ont care
Designer my kicks cuz I gettem in pairs
I′m taking trips to paris
Look at my chain it's covered in carrots
Bitches they love it, they just like to stare at it
Got in the game and decided to marry it
I put my heart in this shit
Bitches way back in the g wouldn't give me no love
She try sell me them cheeks I went and fuck her free
I ain′t give her a hug
Niggas be sweet as a bitch, no you cant hang wit me nigga you not a thug
Calling them plays for me, I stood in the hole my nigga like terrell suggs
You try to play wit me I reach for the 38 special and blew off his mug
My niggas ready to die and cruddy as shit they fuck around take off the plug
I took a look in the sky
They need to free lor ri cuz that′s my big cuz
Come put a hole in my eye, if I had the choice of that or tell on my dug



Writer(s): John Crosby


John Gotti - Ebony Son 2
Album Ebony Son 2
date de sortie
13-03-2020




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