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Gucci Mane
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15th And The 1st - feat. YG Hootie
Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame
Uhh, uhh Ayy Guc' Mane, we good right now man Get money good man
It's a white girl in town - name is Cocaine It's some dirty birds in town - Gucci Mane & Waka Flame We fly in, on buy-in, say you got more birds? You lyin You tryin and lyin, you boys ain't supplyin I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocallina flyin My partners stick up kids, duct tape rope they gon' tie in In the bushes they lyed in all night that's my word By the end of the mornin they left with them birds And I'm gone off that purp', and I'm slurrin my words I swerved in my Benz, bangin my 4G's on the curb The lean, the herb, pay me like the first You cross Brick Squad, get hurt
I got work - Gucci
My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
Five grand for a head shot Boy don't be no Flintstone and get yo' (Bedrocked), nigga! Triple red drop, offsets through the parkin lot Where I'm from, young niggaz shootin at the cops Where I'm from, they fakin My hood right side, nigga, green flaggin Lay yo' ass down if you do too much braggin Three case, four Glocks, nigga that's swaggin, ughh 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man What'cha hell, you would think it was a cracker-man I don't know 'em bah-bah-bah-bah-back'em man
Fuck 'em den! Throw my stash in the club that there'll do Every girl gettin past you
Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due Robbin every nigga that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or Piru FLOCKA!! My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1stHalf a million dollar jewelry like 'Fuck that bird!' Niggaz screamin they want beef, I'm like (Roger That)! My album didn't sell, so I'm layin niggaz down Shootin every nigga, that burst leaves a fuckin frown Forty carats on my bracelet, my Polo black Niggaz talkin like they want beef, I'm wantin that Seven grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that Ridin around with my strap like 'Where they at?' All these rap niggaz hold up, stole my Philly hat You will never be a legend like the Gucci Mane You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock' You niggaz hoes I run your block when them choppers chop My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
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