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lirik lagu driveway furniture – yo gotti

[intro]
(dee, you poppin’ your sh*t, n*gga)
ayy
can i speak to ’em for a sec?
i’m back
look

[verse 1]
gi certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new chiron inside my business name
n*gga, i survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything
uh, gotti in a ‘gatti, i like how it sounded
nine figures up, but i been stayin’ grounded
scoop a n*gga b*tch, then leave her how i found her
i’m mr. give*him*the*load ’cause they know i’ll down it
skyscr*per office, i should put a kitchen in it
and a rose*gold scale for when i’m reminiscin’
rose*gold rollie, that’s the dope boy watch
bando jumpin’, that’s the dope boy spot
droppin’ nothin’ but mixtapes from now on, f*ck these charts (gangsta)
we need gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
it’s like universal, mexico, and interscope my trap house
every friday come around, i’m tryna send a pack out
b*tch say she need therapy, i’m like, “let me knock your back out”
she seekin’ attention, you know that’s when b*tches act out
and i ain’t confrontational with b*tches, that’s when i back out
i’m here for peace, not p*ssy, b*tch, i’m dippin’ if you get too loud
[interlude]
ayy, you know how sh*t go man, like
b*tches wanna go back and forth, forth and back
b*tch, i ain’t got time for that sh*t
you know, time is money, man, i got big sh*t to handle, b*tch
you feel me?

[verse 2]
i need no distractions
b*tch just sent me five attachments like glorilla said
you know karrine steffans, b*tch, i want some super head
i recorded this in a week
told john janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin’ this for the streets
i been dream chasin’ all my life, sometime i think i’m meek
tryna break in my house like sh*t sweet, f*ck around and got sweeped
i invite snakes to the grass, gotta k!ll what you eat
why you strapped with security? if i go out, i’m goin’ out me
this the life of survival
where i don’t trust allies, i look at them like my rivals
i don’t talk on the phone around my b*tch or my driver
i don’t talk on the phone about no sh*t that’s incriminating
n*gga like, “bring me that,” i’m like, “what you insinuating?”
rat*ass n*ggas’ll try to put you in any case
watchin’ n*ggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
sh*t crazy, we really seein’ n*ggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
[interlude]
amigo
you bring me one million cash and i will double it and drop it off at your doorstep

[verse 3]
negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that
numbers through the roof, and n*gga, i’m payin’ half of that
i’m mister 90/10, n*gga, i want more than half of that
i can drop a tape and you go platinum and won’t make half of that
i’m a hustler, game giver
hundred up and still i’m the same n*gga
me and my baby mama don’t even rock, but i bought her a range, n*gga
and you n*ggas depressed, takin’ paink!llers
and you’ll lose your life ’bout a chain, n*gga
go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same n*ggas
forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks
a million dollars in security, but five hundred for a glock
i told my brother and them, “watch, i’ma get us out of this b*tch
if you believe in the plan, we gon’ swap music with bricks”

[outro: yo gotti]
phantom, lamb’, bent’, ‘rari
and i don’t drive none of ’em
look good in front of the crib though
it’s driveway furniture (dee, you poppin’ your sh*t, n*gga)
phantom, lamb’, bent’, ‘rari
and i don’t drive none of ’em
look good in front of the crib though
it’s driveway furniture

- yo gotti

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