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• Artiste: PayGotti
• Titre: Meet Yo Maker
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Nigga, yeah, nigga Fuck 3s, nigga, fuck 4s, nigga, fuck Lil James, nigga Fuck Richie, nigga, fuck Demila too, nigga Man, stop trippin' 'bout that bitch-ass nigga (Ooh, 27CLUB) I told him fuck it, let me grab him, cuh G23 make niggas scream, I bet he back it up What's funny, when they popped me up, they ass was laughin', huh? To kick some dirt up with the gang, niggas ain't strapped enough This shit ain't addin' up Please, and chase a nigga straight up out his jeans Meet the Reaper, push up in my Nike ski Blew the tool, ain't even blink Bro, you gon' lose your head if you don't think Seein' demons, I ain't slept in 'bout a week Keep on shootin' 'til he dead The boogeyman, I jump from under beds He told and then got left without his legs We ain't opps, you niggas fans Just popped him, should've made the nigga dance Tripped and fell, I guess he couldn't stick the land So tell me what we doin' Don't hop inside the load if you ain't shootin' If niggas wanna talk about a score, you bitches losin' Y'all had the chance to wipe me off the map, but niggas blew it Bro, pass the fully switch so I can show you how to use it They blapped the Chevy up, I barely drove him off the lot They prayed that I was dead when they was sayin' I was shot It's safe to say a nigga snaked his way up to the top This music might just save me, but I'm busy bendin' blocks Brother, stop, they grabbed lil' baby James and no one spint Four sticks inside the whip, we bendin' blocks and hittin' dips No blood on buddy hands, then he cohesive with a snitch They say I'm just a rapper, they just mad it made me rich I'm skippin' through that lane soon as my sneakers hit the court I stay with so much sticks, shit, I could probably build a fort Still think about them skits, I tapped his face with no remorse Five-sixes pack a punch, this shit could probably flip a horse You say you got my back, then I'ma hold you to your word I made it out the trench, but still sometimes I get the urge To throw my skeezy on and leave a facial on the curb Stop trippin' 'bout that boy, y'all know Lil Richie died a nerd What you heard? 'Cause Gotti never went out like no bitch Can't back-and-forth with niggas that's on Insta shakin' hips I always speak the truth, so y'all shouldn't take this as a diss Can vouch my nigga grimy, threw some shots and watched him twitch Just know to come this far, then you gon' have to go through hell How you pull a skit that's your idea then go tell? Popped him in his face soon as they let him out of jail Walked up on him, we locked eyes, he met his maker when he fell, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah Said can y'all hear me, though?