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did investigation, they took all the pistols out
And if you play with Gucci Mane, we sending missiles through the crowd
And then you know we smoking

I'm always strong, boy you can't find a weakness
She hit my blunt and she took off to Venus
Trap house got sticks, so you niggas can't breach it

and it cost a pretty penny
(Pint) gucci Mane, the dawg
The freshest nigga in the city
All these bosses
Beat the trap soup with the racks
He caught the law

can't leave without it

Gunna

I Am > I Was

2018

with her toes out
Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house
Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse
Dead and Me, Ced and more ahks
Bought

It's Gucci Mane and Bruno
That's one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I'm in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can't

inna ie trap
Still deh inna ie trap
Still deh inna it
Still
Still in a the trap
Pon Seaview
A pree a Bigga house
Wid a Seaview
Say dem ago diss mi
Please

pull her out
Gucci Mane they just let me out
Love me now or love me not and a rolex watch
Show love
I fuck you're bitch in your own car
Home run, I shot

with it
And she with it
Yeah
Old school Motorola trap phone
Know I ran up over a Hundred on Them TracFones
Catching plays never let the Quarterback down

Ya Ya Straight from S.T.L. West Hell a nigga mane prevailed
blackhavenzone as well i walk alone on my trail
my niggaz and me got the house, and by

Sushi

Young Scooter

Sushi

2018

got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane
Real talk I did your folks show for a hundred bands

feel my face, smokin' on that purple ape (On that ape)
I ain't savin' hoes, I don't even wear a cape (Nope, nope)
I gotta cash out
I hit the trap house

house (Trap)
I gotta smash now
Fuck her 'til she pass out

I'ma get that dirty money
But I spend it clean as hell (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, well
Them diamond

Feidorei, motherfuckers homo, that bitch be fruity, yo
Simba, bitch, like a mane, I just might cop some Gucci, yo
If that bitch playin’ hard to get,

My niggas out in Zone 6, soul food, no sushi mayne
Cookin' up the whole thing for Snoop Dogg and Gucci Mane
My home girls out in Brooklyn, bad lil'

resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (green

grinding tho I failed 100 times
I prey my dreams don't die
Gucci saint Laurent on my back 9on god)
I was broke but I'm never going back (on god)
I prey my

house
I'm like Gucci Mane
It's a movie gang
I'm like quiet down
I feel like Pootie Tang
You a goofy oooh
You a groupie oooh oooh
Lion king shit ain't

that bitch bang, mane
Back, back, get off my dick and let me do my shit

Surrounded by some real niggas
Ain't nam one of them counterfeit
Might catch me

Ayo Holly where you been?
(Mane I been out the way lowkey somewhere probably in some money)
The streets been asking bout you
(I know niggas been

Ayo Holly where you been?
(Mane I been out the way lowkey somewhere probably in some money)
The streets been asking bout you
(I know niggas been

with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go

lowkey I do this
Sh*t with ease
Smoking back to back
Cause I got some P’s
Came a long way
I used to cop some G’s
Trap house jumpin
I might break ya knees

ziomal

Cham będzie chamem
Na wieków wieków gicik a'mane
Cocaine chain nie cocaine cowboy
Hold up boy
Sie bój sie boj
Wiem jak płynąć by nie zmoknąć
Ćpać

groupies that just fight to flirt
Mane I'd have boobies dripped in Gucci that'll come rob yo purse
I'd put a 12th man on the corner call him Richard Sherman