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Gucci Mane
Featuring(s) : Young Scooter & Trae Tha Truth
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Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you But don’t walk up on me hoes, after the blow don’t scroll with ya Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you But don’t walk up on me hoes, after the blow don’t scroll with ya Got them young shooters with me, they don’t get along with you If you ain’t get no money nigga what it is wrong with you? And I can’t tell your own niggas have the wrong picture I take the real sippin lean with this very long swisha I’ll drink my milkers and the codeine, even this apple juice mixture If you knew that you would do that I swear you would not kiss You’s a naked boy that’s nigga tryin to tell em got fish If a snitch was without the day I bet this hood would not miss You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man you’re playing games with my bread You hear the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man Five news, 4 tray, 6 A 8 watches, 4 chains, 6 rings Pot Forbes don’t add a high coast From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16 fine Prices loaded, shawty load, when I drive Got my seat leanin low, bricks inside Got em stashed in the door, always road running Me and Gucci getting money fast, keep it coming Track the trailer in the morning, won’t stop jigging Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga I got rich up for Jacky You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man you’re playing games with my bread You hear the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man What the f*ck is you thinking? Dumb bitch, you must have been drinking This top had got me feeling like holy If I let you ride you bound to be stinking I’m an asshole I do what I like to Oh shit this made for you to fight too I don’t give a f*ck bitch I don’t like you Got that fire bitch I might light you Bitch I am the streets you just look tough Call my bricks is low like I was on bluff Call me the master like soon up Bad boy for real, no puff If a nigga p*ssy I don’t pimp mine, Just keep the distance don’t play with mine Stay in your place fall out of line, Had them young niggas on me you’re here to be fine You can find me in the hood where a hood don’t go Bitch just somebody that the hood don’t know, If a nigga turned up tell him watch these shows Money never since then so I meant don’t blow King of streets just call me sire On my throne, ain’t no one higher TR, UT ace no liar Real street nigga I won’t retire. You’s a dead man, playing games with that bread You’s a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man you’re playing games with my bread You hear the red man, f*ck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, dead man, you’s a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
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