(White.. White.. White.. White.. White.. White..) [[Okay, See I just bought a White Bulldog, All-White Fish, Ha..White Dishes]] CHORUS 1 White Cutlass
Перевод: Yo Gotti. Белый мир.
yo Gotti Chea, Gucci Mane the flare My nigga Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat nigga And its' a street nigga holiday My Nigga DJ Holiday Chea Bricks, all white
We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and
[Intro - Yo Gotti] Six in the morning I'ma call Wale Tell J. Cole to meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa because the green look pure We some real
[Gotti Verse 1] Shawty Ride Or Die It Was Sober Or High She Kno Just Waht To Do To Help A Gangsta Get By Shawty Kno I Like Head , She Aint Trippin At
cocaine crazy right ? These niggas go white dis , white dat (quit fucking with me , white everything) a lil bitch i fuck with talk bout she want white
runnin' Hustlin' tryna dodge these cases Niggas been tellin' The streets been beggin' So I had to go back to the basics [Outro:] Gotti This ya boy Yo Gotti
billion, take yo broke ass home Motherfucker You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big Take yo broke
Yo Gotti) Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.) Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) No
me Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
gonna be around til ya body rott and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got what!what! what! what! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there
Gotti got What! What! What! What! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain ay yo
What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage? They'd be the illest con niggas in the game today Yo what if Jordan never had Scottie? What if Sammie never ratted Gotti
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Ja Rule, Uh Shade and Irv Gotti Niggas don't want none of this Power gonna six nigga Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow Like
time Gotti got What, what, what, what Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain Ay yo
Phenomenon O.C. Big L, one-three-nine, baby Diggin' In The Crates Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where
