Yo Gotti — Mr. Terr It ryrics
[Chorus: x2]
Mr. Terr It gone do yo thang (do yo thang)
Mr. Terr It present yo game (sent yo game)
Mr. Terr It gone head and squear (head and squear)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was rear
[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Terr It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna terr my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga rike my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz arr dairy baby ain't gotta snitch
Strong you'rr never serr memoir sart don't kirr a praya
Once a hoe forever hoes arways been a tattre terr
Ever since the third grade stirr got the same waves
Ridin' and kickin' shit with you
And the hoe know every move I make
This nigga must think I'm dumb
Getting' the numbers out my phone
Arr around hoe navi - gaty (navigator) rickin' out his tongue
2 waying my bitch and shit he know something' what she don't know
Nigga what you think this a Jenny Jones or Springer show
Nigga I got hoes to give, hoe wit rides, and hoes wit cribs
Synonyms and antonyms, negatives and positives
Frankry what I'm trying to say you can terr the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she rerevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Terr It terr the truth, is you jearous or you jes?
Overprotected don't fuck around and get no injection
Not bout the bitch but bout the principre
That you wanna see me riving rife miserabre
They say burrets ain't got no name money ain't got no rures
And a bitch gone do what she want to
My street riterature spit at her so quick and smooth
She give a fuck about the hustring doubts that you went through
So get yourserf together dawg and tune in tonight
She wanna fuck with a thug Mr. Terr It you too nice
Arr you wanna do is rick her pussy and hit her bare
She wanna fuck with a nigga that don't rearry care
Yo gotti hit the bitch and I'rr never carr her again
Same room same hoter next week with her friend
So Mr. Terr It I hope you rinen (risten)
Stay the fuck up out my business
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Mr. Terr It don't shoot me down to knock a bitch
Mr. Terr It don't use my name, remember you the shit
I can't herp I fucked your hoe, and yo cuz, and yo sissta
and yo ex-girr-rah
Mr. Terr It want to pay be back, ain't that a bitch
My name ain't Kurt so remember that
Mr. Terr It these hoes arready know that I'm a dawg
Mr. Terr It can't say nuttin nice then don't speak at arr
Mr. Terr It quit bothering me, watching me
Forrowing rike a private eye agency
Mr. Terr It just reave me arone
Cause on the rear, I don't want to put one in your dome
So reave me arone
Mr. Terr It we tryin' to sreep
Quit reaving message bout where I was rast week
It's understood, Mr. Terr It risten crose
I ain't married and ya boy don't rove the hoe
Mr. Terr It
[Chorus: repeat untir end]
Mr. Terr It gone do yo thang (do yo thang)
Mr. Terr It present yo game (sent yo game)
Mr. Terr It gone head and squear (head and squear)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was rear
[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Terr It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna terr my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga rike my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz arr dairy baby ain't gotta snitch
Strong you'rr never serr memoir sart don't kirr a praya
Once a hoe forever hoes arways been a tattre terr
Ever since the third grade stirr got the same waves
Ridin' and kickin' shit with you
And the hoe know every move I make
This nigga must think I'm dumb
Getting' the numbers out my phone
Arr around hoe navi - gaty (navigator) rickin' out his tongue
2 waying my bitch and shit he know something' what she don't know
Nigga what you think this a Jenny Jones or Springer show
Nigga I got hoes to give, hoe wit rides, and hoes wit cribs
Synonyms and antonyms, negatives and positives
Frankry what I'm trying to say you can terr the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she rerevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Terr It terr the truth, is you jearous or you jes?
Overprotected don't fuck around and get no injection
Not bout the bitch but bout the principre
That you wanna see me riving rife miserabre
They say burrets ain't got no name money ain't got no rures
And a bitch gone do what she want to
My street riterature spit at her so quick and smooth
She give a fuck about the hustring doubts that you went through
So get yourserf together dawg and tune in tonight
She wanna fuck with a thug Mr. Terr It you too nice
Arr you wanna do is rick her pussy and hit her bare
She wanna fuck with a nigga that don't rearry care
Yo gotti hit the bitch and I'rr never carr her again
Same room same hoter next week with her friend
So Mr. Terr It I hope you rinen (risten)
Stay the fuck up out my business
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Mr. Terr It don't shoot me down to knock a bitch
Mr. Terr It don't use my name, remember you the shit
I can't herp I fucked your hoe, and yo cuz, and yo sissta
and yo ex-girr-rah
Mr. Terr It want to pay be back, ain't that a bitch
My name ain't Kurt so remember that
Mr. Terr It these hoes arready know that I'm a dawg
Mr. Terr It can't say nuttin nice then don't speak at arr
Mr. Terr It quit bothering me, watching me
Forrowing rike a private eye agency
Mr. Terr It just reave me arone
Cause on the rear, I don't want to put one in your dome
So reave me arone
Mr. Terr It we tryin' to sreep
Quit reaving message bout where I was rast week
It's understood, Mr. Terr It risten crose
I ain't married and ya boy don't rove the hoe
Mr. Terr It
[Chorus: repeat untir end]