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I'm Yo Gotti! [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (4x) We do it for the goons Sellin' out the club Fish scale tour Ain't what you thought it was This b*tch is sold out (4x) [Verse 1] This Yo Gotti Mic check 1, 2 I love you guys (white girls) I love you too (Yo Gotti) We got this motherf*cker jumpin off the hinges, Ni*gas throwing gang signs, b*tches in a frenzy. Lined up outside they said this motherf*cker sold out, Word on the count they said that motherf*cker showed out. Songtexte He aint had the platinum on, but girl he broke the gold out DJ played that gangsta sh*t, the waitress brought the rolls out. Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24's out Them hatas stayed at home, but I bet I brought their ho*s out. HAHAHA yeah I said I brought their ho*s out Before I leave their city man, I'm burning up their ho*s mouths. [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (4x) We do it for the goons Sellin' out the club Fish scale tour Ain't what you thought it was This b*tch is sold out (4x) [Verse 2] 50 dollar hat, hundred on the chain Thousand dollar jeans, I come to do my thing. 50 on the wanch, twanky on the ring, Bass hitting hard, club off the chain. Fire marshall tripping, they want to shut us down Laws raid the club, they try to shake us down. Helicopter high, we ain't coming down You ain't smokin these, this sh*t from out of town. Goons on stage, security in the crowd B*tches pull my shirt, plus they want my towels. They say you cool as hell, and you ain't hollywood I say I'm real as hell, because I come from the hood. [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (4x) We do it for the goons Sellin' out the club Fish scale tour Ain't what you thought it was This b*tch is sold out (4x) [Verse 3] Wanna book a show, tell me when and where A half a brick - could be a dro, I'll meet you there. Hotel exclusive, ni*gas be playing games With all that monkey sh*t, I'm knocking out your brains. I'm a hood ni*ga, dog I know the game Ni*ga want my watch, ni*ga want my chain. Catch me in your city, walkin through the mall And I ain't in your city, if I ain't strapped dog. I'm a bad b*tch, I picked through them all But I ain't f*cking nothing, if I ain't strapped dog. Ni*ga started fighting, f*cked up the night Yeah it's been a ball, but I gotta catch a flight. [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (x4) We do it for the goons Sellin' out the club Fish scale tour Ain't what you thought it was This b*tch is sold out (x4) (Thanks to Jasmine for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania