Prolly lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad b*tches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Okay I'm fresh to death, I'm a fly guy killin' more sh*t than the drive by
Real sh*t, I'm laid back my brother Piff's a live wire
In the streets, flippin' pound, my set jumpin', I'm a high flier
I sold dope, my flow dope, I'm hot enough to start a wild fire
Another song in my archive. I'm about to blow like a bald tire
Ballin' out with my brother, then we get titty money and dog pile
30 30's and carbines I'm suited up like I'm on trial
I got a fully auto assault rifle that about the size of a small child
We can never be talked down, you go underground and we follow
We grind hard and we ball hard, other words, we don't call fouls
Got a bad b*tch that's an immigrant. She try to act all innocent, But she turn into my little porn star behind closed doors and limo tint

[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad b*tches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that
This is the life, lord
I got dirty money comin' out my pours
Fame, tour, I think one of these b*tches could be yours
[Verse 2: Don Trip]
I'm 'bout about it like no limit, a cold heart with a hole in it
I'm seein' this zone like a strip club, got a bed room with a pole in it
More money, even more women I'm a trap n*gga, I'm poor pimpin'
I didn't touch the water, just dove in it ain't no business like show business
Deep in it, let's go swimmin. b*tch undress let's go skinnin'
No name needed, no game needed, she throw that ass back and roll with it
She throw it at me, I go get it
I'm so hot you need stove mittens
I burn her up but I'm a cold n*gga, let everyone in my force hit her
Sad is she prolly belong to you. I'm about to kill her pus*y hope you only sue
When I'm finished with her, it's a funeral
I'm a pus*y crook and I'm on the loose
If you lookin' for me, I'm on the roof
I'm sky high, all for the loot
My 9 ring, gotta listen close. If the money calls, I'm following through
NOTCH

[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad b*tches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that
This is the life, lord
I got dirty money comin' out my pours
Fame, tour, I think one of these b*tches could be yours
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad b*tches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that
This is the life, lord
I got dirty money comin' out my pours
Fame, tour, I think one of these b*tches could be yours
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Lock me up and throw away the key, prolly love that
All I do is do it for the streets, so where the love at?
Prices through the roof, hella dry, where the plug at?
I've been in the booth, so [?] bring the plug [?]
Time and time again, [?]
Time we put the city on, see me with my [?]
[?] on my 6's in my foreign whip
Pull up like the [?] like dope [?]
[?] n*gga, so do I
When the beat slow down, n*gga [?]
[?]
[?] b*tch came up
Trip came up, I salute you, lil bruh
Any n*gga got a problem, I shoot him, lil bruh
[?]
[?] lil bruh


[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad b*tches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that
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