Yo Gotti - Bad Behavior (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yo Gotti - Bad Behavior (en) Lyrics
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Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had
a half a hundred million
Know a Memphis nigga out
in Beverly Hills
I been by publishing and selling pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I
been buyin' homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings, got a better
bitch, I'm moving on
I be spittin' dope shit in every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics,
say it's gon' be—long, uh
You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
No collect calls, we do iPhones
All my niggas locked
up they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring
my niggas home, yes
Start over, yeah-yeah, start over
Sellin' loud, yeah-yeah, strong odor
Twenty-thousand square feet,
I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this bitch,
I feel so alone
Texts to my son, ask
him when he comin'
Give him a hundred K like,
"Give it to your mommy"
Just because, yeah-yeah, just because
I remember the struggle, it
ain't nothin' but love
Bad memories, but can't
forget the opps
I invest in pills, bricks and weed
'fore I invest in stocks
Bad behavior, bad behavior
Get this money, take shit from
nobody how they raise you?
Mama made me savage, grandma
took my filter early
Thirteen out the service,
AMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my
jersey, that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey,
I sold a thousand bricks
They can flame up my jersey,
I blew a hundred sticks
I can retro my jersey, I
been doin' this shit
Couple niggas try, couple
don't survive
Championship rings, one
to all the guys
You fucked up then she fucked
up, why you act surprised?
You don't own the pussy, guess you
can't accept the fact she lied
Mama was a ho, I guess that's
how a mama raised him
Daddy was a pussy nigga so
she fucked with suckers
All she know was lame ass niggas,
look at her brother
"Gotti, where you been,
where you been?"
I been out the scene countin'
millions by the teens
I been on vacation chillin',
fuckin' bitches' friends
I been kinda silent, still
slidin' gettin' revenge
I'm the streets MVP, it
don't get real as this
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