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letra de john gotti - struggle mike

[verse 1: heem b$f]
i know n-ggas who move keys, drop whips from overseas (word)
plug out in cali’, that’s floodin’ ’em with them p’s (yeah)
you know the og’s, get money, stay low-key (low-key)
my old-head only charged me a stack for an oz (for real)
but you know me, i get it gone for a short fee (yeah)
ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, they tryna record me (look)
won’t extort me, i get ’em gone for a short fee
if he cross me, one to the dome, he get six feet
catch me lurkin’ out in traffic (lurkin’), ridin’ with them k!llers (yeah)
you talkin’ what you heard, i really hang around them n-ggas (i do)
only thirty for a bird, i know the real dealers
anybody say a word, they gon’ have somebody k!ll you (huh?)
you really from the streets? better practice what you preach (yeah)
these rules to the game, keep a gun in arm’s reach (do that)
i’m tryna let ’em know, but i ain’t wanna tell ’em
i hang around some n-ggas, and they all convicted felons

[verse 2: smoke bulga]
all the bad b-tches call me southwest means (yessir)
blue diamonds, crip walkin’ on me, like o.t. (huh?)
trap in o.t., so many calls from the police (woo, woo)
bought the kicks, had to pay off the treesh, f-ck the police
ruth’s chris with my b-tch, lobster mac with the lamb chops
and the yams heavy in the lamb’, act a new chop (grr)
pyrex whippin’ the glass full of peru
brand new coupe, n-gga off the glass like an alley-oop
whole mami’s in summer twenty-twenty
i told her the maserati, hot head, get you a cold body (huh)
diamonds on my wrist drippin’, all fiji, n-gga (fiji)
good coke move itself, like a ouija, n-gga (uh)
we break bricks, like mario, luigi, n-gga
new four-fifth got a laser, that’s like a saber
black hoodie like i’m vader, bustin’ out the g-wrangler
he pressed on 6ix9ine, he callin’ to get the gang up

- struggle mike

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