Tag: John Gotti

Rick Ross – Tiptoe’n

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[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard so I fuck ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dressed to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "[? batty boy]"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don’t fuck with sucka’ niggas, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 2]
The bitches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young nigga gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a nigga gates
[?],cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still fuckin’ bitches out the magazine
Better log-on young niggas havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, nigga
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 3]
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, niggas started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them bitches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pussy niggas, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

21 Savage – Baby Girl (Issa Album)

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[Intro]
Yeah, whole pointers ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga

[Verse 1]
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Verse 2]
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption
Bitch, I send hits, I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I’ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Outro]
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
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21 Savage – Money Convo (Issa Album)

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[Verse 1]
Peon ass niggas
Levis and Adidas ass niggas
High point having ass niggas
I got a Glock and it don’t jam, I blast niggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga
I’m the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga?
Now she fuckin’ me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain’t fallin’ out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you I’m a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I’m with Nudy, he gon’ burn you up
Fake gangbangin’, nigga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol’ up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol’ up
Wanna fuck me, I’m like yas, yas, yas
Hol’ up
VVS’ drippin’, dance, dance, dance

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Verse 2]
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga
Ridin’ ’round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga
Oh you drinkin’ green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I’ve been gettin’ so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain’t ever shot nobody
I don’t wanna hear them stories ’bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
Nigga get whacked, thinkin’ they hard ’cause they on molly
I’m the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin’ faggot, you a mascot
You beat your bitch ’cause she walk ’round with her ass out
They wanna rob me ’cause I walk ’round with that bag out
Drinkin’ syrup, lil’ bitch, I’m finna pass out
Never slippin’, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, what ya talkin’ ’bout?

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Okay – Sandzo feat. Nimo songtexte

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Songtexte Sandzo – Okay

Du machst ‘ne Mio, is’ ok, Koka mit Kilos is’ ok
Herrscher aus Rio is’ ok, Banditen Amigo is’ ok
ok, ok (ok, ok, ok)
Roli am Arm is’ ok, Zwei Mille die Nacht is’ ok
Vetements Pulli is’ ok, deine Bitch is’ nackt eh ok
Carlo Colucci, geladene Uzi, Gold und .., fick deine Pussy
Miliaren Dollar face, ok, zehn Flaschen im VIP, ok
Hass’ mich wie du willst aber ok, beiges Leder digga ok
Und jetzt redet jeder aber okay
030 Berlin ok, Futurekid digga ok
CQ Model ok, Cadillac ok
Gestern ein noname, aber heute ist ok
Jeder von ihnen jetzt Pablo, jeder von ihnen ein Narco
Schmuggel die Ware im Cargo
Is ok ok, du Diablo.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Timberland classic boots, ok
Levis 501, ok
Schwarzer Rollkragenpullover
Juckt keinen wie viel dein Oversize kostet
Trag’ ‘ne Holzfällerjacke mit Loch in den Ärmeln,
doch hat viel mehr wert und ist Teil meiner Story wie OG,Ortak .., ok ok, ok
Ray Ban so wie John Lennon ok, ok, ok
Kangol 507 Cap alla Samuel Jackson ok
Meister is’ Nimo ok
1, 2, 3 Mios sind ok
Rapper reden viel aber ok
Ihre Flows sind kopiert aber ok, ok
Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Ficke big booty Bitches die von dem Block sind
Trag ne Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Fick die big booty bitches die from the Block sind wie Jennifer Lopez ok, ok, okay.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Apollo is’ okay
Keine Kontrolle is’ ok
In meiner Rolle is’ ok
Bitches in Wolle sind ok
Schnapp mir ne Olle im Mercedes ok
Steh nicht drauf wenn sie viel redet
Geb ihr jetzt in ‘nem Mercedes
War doch klar, dass ich so rede
Neue Flocken digga ok
Goldene Locke digga ok
Lamborghini digga ok
Batzen Bündel digga ok
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruder ich hab es im Blut
Jimmy Dean ich hab den Juice
Baby sag fühlst du den Blues?

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, okkk.
Sandzo songtexte
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Jimmy Wopo – Back Door (feat. Sonny Digital)

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[Verse 1: Jimmy Wopo]
Skinny nigga, but I play with them choppers nigga
What’s the haps? What’s popping nigga?
You gonna meet your match, keep talking nigga
You gonna meet that MAC, we’re talking with ya
We gonna bust these bullets ’till your body give up
Try me in the mall I pull a hottie nigga
First let me hop up out that Rari, Illuminati
Money baby she massaging my Versace
Nigga, extra antes feed the family
XD 40 come in handy
Popping Xannys, smoking granny
Bitch we trapping out the bandy
Cruising, blew one out the van he hit a nigga Karlos Dansby
Cleaned the block up yesterday, we back today
Any left over niggas getting thrown away
Woke up on that money drinking Hennessy
Aye ay, plus I popped a perc, but you gon’ learn today
Popped the carbon, let that bitch do karate
Popped a band, now them hundreds sitting sloppy
Popped your mans, let you identify the body
Ooh, bitch I think I’m John Gotti

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door

[Verse 2: Sonny Digital]
We let the money through the front door
Ay, then let them bitches out the back door
Ay, when you keep that shit a hundred nigga
Aye, you ain’t never gotta act broke
Ay, let go
Blue hundreds, I keep it on me nigga
Ay, you know, not to run up on me nigga
Ay, you know, I keep it by me nigga
Stop the violence, keep the peace, but please don’t try me nigga
Ay, lord save ’em lord save ’em
Ay, why they acting like they love ’em but they hate ’em
Ay, I see you stealing all the sauce that we created
Ay, I don’t deal the cards, my nigga I just play ’em
Hey!

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door

21 Savage – Lord Forgive (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

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[Verse 1]
A hundred a zip and I’m sippin’ on drop
I hit for a hunnit’ and I bought me a drop
I pulled up on her and panties just drop
Up 32 shots and you niggas gon’ drop
I’m from [?] give a fuck bout your block
High speed chasing, give a fuck bout the cops
When I see 12, put the dope in my sock
Niggas be rappin, I came up off rocks
I’m thuggin’, Im thuggin’, I feel like I’m Pac
They tried to betray me
I’m mad at myself cause I keep it real with all these niggas
Niggas actin like bitches, niggas all in they feelings
These niggas acting like women
Drowning in money, I’m swimmin’
These bitches acting like pigeons
I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million
And I’m still loyal to the game
These other niggas man, they lame
I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane
Glock forty, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga bang
I heard ya got ya chain took and had to get another damn chain
21 nigga the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang
Mac 90 got range, young savage got aim
I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you niggas best stay in yo lane
I pull up and fuck on yo main
I’m covered in money, I’m drippin
These niggas they telling, they snitchin’
So we gon’ fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen
Moving like im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty
Hit ’em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m a street nigga
I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle
I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case

[Verse 2]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was struggling tryna win
I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga tryna chase them m’s
Cooking up crack its illegal, riding with a desert eagle
I’m a felon, that’s illegal, main bitch, she illegal
Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of duty heat seeker
Pull up on ya in a regal, window down nigga creeping
Nigga rapping? I’m preachin’, nigga we are not equal
In the trenches, niggas beefing, i remember not sleeping
Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason
I was living like a demon, i was living like a demon

[Interlude]
Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case