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Yogii

"Gossip"

[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
You see the only thing I hate more than f**k n***as and flies is a gossiping ass n***a
Let 'em hate on a real n***a and talk from the motherf**kin' sideline
We in the game makin' plays b*t*h

[Chorus: Yogii]
b*t*h I can count you out a sixty out in twenties
I hear these n***as out here beefing 'bout these b*t*hes
But you know me, can’t keep these b*t*hes off my jimmy
Ayy f**k these b*t*hes, my lil n***a caught a sentence
Itchy finger, I be tweaking with that iron
I’m from the 6, I rock my pieces in the 9
I tell them snitching n***as we don’t f**k with 12
Heavyweight, we put that paper on the scale
I never seen so many gangster n***as gossip
Pillow talking, bet you think that he your partner
That ho a freak, you probably think that she your b*t*h
The way I kick it, you gon' think a n***a rich
f**k, I need me a lick

[Verse 1: Yogii]
These n***as need 'em some pom-poms, get 'em a bra and a skirt
Kicking sh*t like I’m from Hong Kong, I keep that burr on my shirt
I put a block on my wrist, I put a block on your b*t*h
You went and bought her a whip, I hit for a Pappadeaux dish
Catch me kicking at Bellagio at the crap table with the dice out
Told them folks I got my pieces on, you can really gon' cut the lights out
I ain't know that’s your baby mama, I just hit the b*t*h in her night gown
The proper paper make them pu**y n***as pipe down, hah
I tell my youngins mátalo, then that's your ass
Got pressure just because I f**ked your ho then what you saying?
Thinking you gon' get some points off me, you met your man
Thinking you gon' get some points off me, you met your man
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