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Yo Gotti – Full-Time Lyrics

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You niggas over there part time grindin and shinin and shit

This ya boy Yo Gotti yea

Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker

Real hustler's don't need no sleep

I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo)

A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know)

I full-time grind so I full time shine and

I'm full-time strapped wit a fully loaded nine

I'm startin off my day wit a tank full of gas

A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash

A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice

And a bitch in the rental wit a trunk full of white

I was ridin behind tent gettin bent at the light

Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right

That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route

Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought

Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes

One eight behind a number mean they want a half of a whole one

Fully loaded most bird punk that'll bang ya

Full-time thug and I'm a full-time gangsta

I'm full-time switchin lanes, rims spinnin, swirvin

Full-time on the grind in the North servin

Keisha and Tameka and Shanika, Marilyn

Were full-time freaks but were part time virgins

You were so blind you couldn't read between the lines

See ya baby momma slash right was part time mine and

I didn't really care about a part time hair

Or a part time feelins and chillen wit y'all chillin

I'm a full-time pimp you a part time spouse

I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house

I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out

When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth

You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield

Talkin loud, sayin nothin, that's how you got ya homies killed

Full grown man wit a part time plan

So you walkin round, head down, lookin for a hand

I'm a part time rapper, full-time trapper

Copped my own bricks and shit and own my own Master's