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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Ayy, ayy, ayy This taste like three hunnid air, hmm, ayy This taste like three hunnid air, sip I could tell her sorry but it's probably karma for what she did I probably do my all, give her all me and still end up less, shit, man Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti Been a menace since I been in the maze Been a menace since I hopped out in traffic, I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti I got so and so waitin' in the lobby She think she that, make her wait Pourin' up codeine on a date By the drink man in Valet I could love you, but I might pay Is it this, or it's gon' be that Ha, ayy Man, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti We fell out, now hе in hiding Tell that scared ass nigga I love him Man, ayy, see thеse answers keep me in trouble If you don't see it my way, then fuck you Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti Ayy, ayy, ayy, this taste like three hunnid air SongtexteThis taste like three hunnid air, sip I could tell her sorry but it's probably karma for what she did I probably do my all, give her all of me and still end up less, shit, man Look, don't call my phone, I'm Gotti Been a menace since I been in the maze Been a menace since I hopped out in traffic, I been thinkin' 'bout this shit on stage Don't call my phone, I'm Gotti I got so and so waitin' in the lobby She think she that, make her wait Pourin' up codeine on a date By the drink man in Valet Aus Songtexte Mania