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Yo Gotti( Mario Mims )
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Loco Wit Da Cake
[Chorus - Schife]Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Then I Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]Now hold up, wait a minute let the bad boy in it I been off for about a minute Now it's minutes on this grizzy Where you been? To every city, stacking money to the ceiling Rubber bands, twenty grands in my pants, fuck with me! I am Ace to the double O D, and I got to O.D. with all this cream Going in loco, hello fellow yellow off Camaro They know who it is! Switching gears, boy you see what's in his ears Piece of freezer on my chest, think my jeweler made a mess Got me twenty chains on, you can't even see my neck Always on the phone with money, boy they know I'm so obsessed Underrated in the game, but I die for my respect We the Best, Ace Hood, cut the motherfucking check nigga
[Chorus] [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]I'm going loco with the cake, I think I lost my mind Get Emmitt on the phone, because I can't see the time He put diamonds in the face, he done tricked a nigga again Talked me into buying a necklace when I could've bought a Benz I'm going loco in the hood, you local in your hood I got four mojos in the trunk, a 502 under the hood That's a hundred grand Cutlass, a five star bitch And if you think I ain't thugging, I go loco in this bitch Thirty two shot Glock, clip hanging out the bottom Let off, but I missed and my young niggas got him Yo Gotti fuck nigga, you think you go harder? Just rein script off Galveston, we loco with them choppers
[Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Dro]Sniper boy, rifle boy, piper boy, Spyder toy All my rims Eiffel boy, kush I need a lighter boy Ether G, GSG, P$C, BAD, OMG, TTG, CTE, we be deep P.O.L.O. PRP, AR he, they are we SRT, SRG, Sergeant Dro, yes I be Plus I got that vest, Bankhead you can't flex on me Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty at the bar, whole club, that's on me Hunt it out, call it out, count it up, ball it out I'm turning up, I'm turning up Dro that what they talking about
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