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Gucci Mane
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Don't Have a Chance
(feat. Bobby V)
[Verse 1:Gucci Mane] I killed off all the competion Didn't get no recognition Im steady shippin', flippin', whippin' Cookin' caine in the kitchen I got a couple pistol charges But gone keep me a ratchet I smoke two ounces everyday I got a real bad habbit I got to keep a teller with me Just to count all the cabbage Dope houses in Sunvally Grow houses in Cali And they say life is a bitch But your bitch just met me Went to sleep rich But I woke up wealthy I can't hang with broke niggas Naw, thats my pet peeve I make her go to work late I make her get off early I never snooze, keep a tool Thats just how I move On Instagram with your bitch Damn, ain't life cruel
[Hook] Yall niggas pull up to the club But I land on it She got a ass so big I dropped a band on it She got a friend real fine I put my mans on it She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie Got damn homie She only fuck with ballers You dont have a chance homie I got them fans on me Hundred grand on me She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 1017 razine, thats what I ride for Bricksquad, I swear to gawd Thats what I'd die for Get money, keepin' it pushin' Thats what I strive for Hercules purp so strong I paid the high for it Fugazy stories you tellin' Man why you lie for If he ain't runnin' out with the work They why you high for Playin' games with Gucci Mane Dun' got you tied up Five dollars of kerosene And now you fried up You Took that dick with no vasaline Why the hell you sign that I know that you regret that decision But can't rewind that You gave the money, didn't get the work You took a blind plee East Atlanta Zone 6 Morland That's where you find me
[Hook] Yall niggas pull up to the club But I land on it She got a ass so big I dropped a band on it She got a friend real fine I put my mans on it She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie Got damn homie She only fuck with ballers You dont have a chance homie I got them fans on me Hundred grand on me She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie
[Verse 3: Bobby V] Homegirl came with you Damn she thirsty Spend twenty grand so fast It didn't hurt me Have you countin' so many ones Your hands hurtin' Say she never had so much fun with one person (But shit) Im that nigga She already know So should we blame it on the pills Or blame it on the dro She call me poppy Make me think I got a poppy feel All this fuckin' How she think I got a hocky deal
[Hook] Yall niggas pull up to the club But I land on it She got a ass so big I dropped a band on it She got a friend real fine I put my mans on it She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie Got damn homie She only fuck with ballers You dont have a chance homie I got them fans on me Hundred grand on me She only fuck with ballers You don't have a chance homie Got damn homie
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