Yo Gotti – Wish List Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Wish List – Yo Gotti

Dashin’ through your hood
Open bottle of that Spade
Comin’ down your chimney with a Drac’

White Rolls, white Lamb’, I’m like Santa Claus
I’m a hero to the hood, I done did it all
Red b**ch, call her Rudolph
This ain’t a sled but I bet I got the roof off
White Rolls, white Lamb’, I’m like Santa Claus
Hero to the hood, I done did it all
Red b**ch, Rudolph
This ain’t a sled but I bet I got the roof off

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I got that super loud, that’s a new cough
The emerald diamonds, that’s a new frost
I got gifts to ship, just sent a few off
People may spoil your Christmas if they get picked off

On my third day of trappin’, my plug gave the mink
I load that nine millimeter and the quarter ki’
My second phase of hustlin’, f**kin’ with the tree
Then came the pills, then Promethazine

They call me Gotti Saint Nick
I got eighty-pointer diamonds on my wrist
Yes, I’m lookin’ at the names on my list
I may buy the new Chanel for your b**ch
The Cuban blinkin’ like the lights on the Christmas tree
I heard a p**sy n**ga talkin’ ’bout Grinchin’ me
I’m black Santa, man, you know it ain’t no b**chin’ me
A quarter mill’ spent right there where the trenches be
Yeah, I put bikes in my hood and put TVs on the wall
Came through like it’s Christmas when they burned down my dawg
A hundred to the lawyer ’cause he goin’ for a pill
I’m a cold hearted gangster, yeah, I give the streets chills

On my third day of trappin’, my plug gave the mink
I load that nine millimeter and the quarter ki’
My second phase of hustlin’, f**kin’ with the tree
Then came the pills, then Promethazine

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White Rolls, white Lamb’, I’m like Santa Claus
I’m a hero to the hood, I done did it all
Red b**ch, call her Rudolph
This ain’t a sled but I bet I got the roof off
White Rolls, white Lamb’, I’m like Santa Claus
Hero to the hood, I done did it all
Red b**ch, Rudolph
This ain’t a sled but I bet I got the roof off

In the kitchen, water whippin’ with my bump, yeah
And I heard the third time a charm, yeah
I been burnin’ twenty-eight to thirty-five grams
That’s a extra quarter ounce on every ounce, yeah
I don’t need no Christmas gifts, just give me assistance
One weaker friend, all my n**gas out the feds
Reach for the chain, you know your ass dead
Yeah, you’ll see in the new year
I’m puttin’ a bullet in your head, p**sy…

➤ Written by Ben Billions, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer & Yo Gotti
Produced by CuBeatz & Ben Billions
Yo Gotti | 2020

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