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letra de a moment with gotti - est gee

[intro: est gee]
mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm (got me f-cked up), yeah

[verse 1: est gee]
as real as it get (as real as it get)
plus, your favorite rapper been on my d-ck (your favorite been on my d-ck)
i just was prayin’ this that they ain’t drop me, probably fit in my p-ss (foreverrolling)
i told my mama, i owe her
she told me, “shut up and grip” (she told me, “shut up and get that money”)
pure bred, red nose pit, i trained it, lay down and sit (grr)
they tried boxin’ me in
but i ain’t flinchin’, ain’t nothin’ (i ain’t flinchin’, ain’t nothin’)
i seen ’em, they comin’, i don’t pay ’em nothin’ under a hundred (i don’t pay ’em nothin’ under a hundred grand)
he took off runnin’ but stumbled, got his head turned to a pumpkin’ (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
plus, my sons in abundance, they know thеy’ daddy been thuggin’ (i do it for my sons)
even though i know they’ mama make mе show i love ’em with money (sure i love ’em with cash)
i’m the king of the jungle, but they ain’t vote me the leader
i undercut my competers, although, it’s cheaper, it’s ether
russian put it in the freezer, pray it don’t clog up his needle (pray it don’t clog up his needle)
i’ma pop it like gotti, playin’ touchdown through my speakers (playin’ touchdown)
with all my jewelry on in my car, for a n-gga ain’t touchin’ me, neither

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i just touched down in houston (what’s happenin’?)
it’s just me and my shooters (let’s get it)
i ain’t payin’ no plugs, i got more free bands than scooter
gotta value your past (past) and depend on your future (your future)
how you be with crips and be with bloods? ’cause the money went neutral
if you see me with geeski, two lambos and two yeekies
a n-gga playin’, he leakin’
they call me mr. no-speakin’
might be the hustler of the century (i am)
richest n-gga i know still under investigation (i am), tryna duck the penitentiary (d-mn)
streets talk too much (shh), please, do not mention me (quiet)
world war 4, if a n-gga touch a inch of me
[verse 3: est gee]
i was up with gotti, had sent for me (i was up)
trap from texas to tennesseee (i was strapped)
pandemic price like thirty-three, bricks and water was ten a piece (it was ten)
get it wrapped like a gift from me (get it wrapped up)
it was grey, i do my thing
turn it blue color, tiffany, i’m a dawg
f-ckin’ around with that food, the only way i really eat (the only way that i get money)
blog and comments don’t get to me, i come from out the projects
ayy, put a mill’ in that water, stuck my arm in it, vince carter (my arm in the rim)
they thought i died in the charger, but the shooter ain’t hit they target (they ain’t hit, they—)
say y’all blame him for the slaughter, put them in history, the market
answers my call, apartment walk out, big bl!ck in my jogger (uh)
notorious like big poppa, but i ain’t goin’ like chris wallace (uh)
this city know who the goblins, they beggin’ for me to stop it (uh)
the reason they don’t ride with toddlers, no sympathy, dead more mamas (uh, uh)
you either in or you out it, and don’t even question me about it, n-gga (uh, uh)

- est gee

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