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Yo Gotti – Sold Out Lyrics

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Im Yo Gotti!

Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This btch is sold out 4x

We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Aint what you thought it was
This btch is sold out 4x

This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2

I love you guys white girls
I love you too Yo Gotti

We got this motherfcker jumpin off the hinges,
Nigas throwing gang signs, btches in a frenzy.

Lined up outside they said this motherfcker sold out,
Word on the count they said that motherfcker showed out.

He aint had the platinum on, but girl he broke the gold out
DJ played that gangsta sht, the waitress brought the rolls out.

Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24s out
Them hatas stayed at home, but I bet I brought their hos out.

HAHAHA yeah I said I brought their hos out
Before I leave their city man, Im burning up their hos mouths.

Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This btch is sold out 4x

We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Aint what you thought it was
This btch is sold out 4x

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 aint coming down
You aint smokin these, this sht from out of town.

Goons on stage, security in the crowd
Btches pull my shirt, plus they want my towels.

They say you cool as hell, and you aint hollywood
I say Im real as hell, because I come from the hood.

Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This btch is sold out 4x

We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Aint what you thought it was
This btch is sold out 4x

Wanna book a show, tell me when and where
A half a brick – could be a dro, Ill meet you there.

Hotel exclusive, nigas be playing games
With all that monkey sht, Im knocking out your brains.

Im a hood niga, dog I know the game
Niga want my watch, niga want my chain.

Catch me in your city, walkin through the mall
And I aint in your city, if I aint strapped dog.

Im a bad btch, I picked through them all
But I aint fcking nothing, if I aint strapped dog.

Niga started fighting, fcked up the night
Yeah its been a ball, but I gotta catch a flight.

Pulled up at the show
Half a brick of blow
12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro
This btch is sold out x4

We do it for the goons
Sellin out the club
Fish scale tour
Aint what you thought it was
This btch is sold out x4

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