John Gotti Ringtone
This gritty hip-hop anthem surges with bold energy, delving into themes of power, loyalty, and urban survival. Ideal for high-intensity workouts or late-night drives, evoking a sense of unbreakable street cred.
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John Gotti - Song Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Read More >>
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 2]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
[Verse 3]
My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that **** Daymond
Landlord in the south like my **** Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways
Screeching free Lee Lucas
Fuck that **** bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas
(Uh-uh, yeah, say it, say free Lee Luc- yeah)
Beeto and Bryan, bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em
My old friends hatin', sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him?
You got them college ****, fool, I be with stone killers
[Verse 4]
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 5]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
[Verse 6]
Praise to Allah, I was born a god
With the murder game, I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding
I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love
I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck
And we screeching off like lightening
Fast, doing the dash, you bitch on my ass
She want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash
Drika she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilia Pucci, I tell 'em it's Gucci
When they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
[Verse 7]
I don't get tired
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
[Verse 8]
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 9]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Read More >>
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 2]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
[Verse 3]
My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon' be a god in New Orleans like that **** Daymond
Landlord in the south like my **** Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways
Screeching free Lee Lucas
Fuck that **** bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas
(Uh-uh, yeah, say it, say free Lee Luc- yeah)
Beeto and Bryan, bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em
My old friends hatin', sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him?
You got them college ****, fool, I be with stone killers
[Verse 4]
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 5]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
[Verse 6]
Praise to Allah, I was born a god
With the murder game, I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding
I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love
I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck
And we screeching off like lightening
Fast, doing the dash, you bitch on my ass
She want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash
Drika she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilia Pucci, I tell 'em it's Gucci
When they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
[Verse 7]
I don't get tired
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
I'm 'bout my business and back selling sand
[Verse 8]
Bet a lot of pussy **** wanna murder Brasi
Boulevard, Mar-A-Lago and a Maserati
Boobie, Black Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in 'Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it, then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
[Verse 9]
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down when you talkin' to me bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit
I feel like John Gotti
Name:
John Gotti - Kevin Gates
Category:
Hip Hop
File type:
MP3(Android) & M4R(iPhone)
Duration:
27s
File Size:
425.99 KB
Downloads:
2
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