Celebrate lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
Say a prayer for my enemies, celebrate for my haters [x2]

[Verse 1]
King Jivey Joe I still walk with a semi
Pull up, (Skrrt) park the [?]
Half of these b*tches that you love and I’m ripping they remi
Ain’t got a problem in the ho cause still walk with the semi
Playing the stops, I get you parked, don’t call me lil Kenny
16 years old, come through in that Bentley
Lambo, Rolls Royce, [?] you can tell me
I been doing this, you new to this
That little buzz you got, n*gga I ruined it
All that gangster sh*t you kick, bullsh*t
All my n*ggas is known, letting them full clips
Bought so many guns I can’t even count
Heard the feds tapping the phone at my mama’s house
sh*t, these n*ggas know what a n*gga bout
Come through, banshees on these n*gga’s route
Now where the drama that you talk about?
Boom stick, n*ggas will wipe your mama out

[Hook]
Say a prayer for my enemies, celebrate for my haters [x2]
I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these n*ggas
I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these b*tches
I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these n*ggas
I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these b*tches
Go!
[Verse 2]
n*ggas eagle tripping
Drunk or something, must of popped a Xan
Muscle pills got him feeling like he the Hulk again
Man make the money, money don’t make the f*cking man

Queens, I’m a big deal n*gga, you know who I am
Ye know I’m in now, something that’s how I got the check
Brother been letting it go, he don’t want the feds
Respect go both ways n*gga, two way street
Employees got to answer to this, it’s like what’s in the streets
And you don’t know having that money will get you hit
A shooter with nothing to lose will make you [?]
Bodies on top of them bodies, I’m on that chopper sh*t
Family biz all in them streets, that kamikaze sh*t
Old head flexing in that Kangol hat
If he wasn’t a big bro I let that [?] clap
b*tch you mean ATL n*gga, what up that’s Trav
For you, I let it clap, n*gga don’t do that
I said, I don’t want to talk bout this sh*t like no more
Chris probably turn in his grave like “Oh Lord”
[?] looking like [?], go boy
In Queens n*ggas calling me king like chessboards
You next boy!
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