| Don Diablo Guwop
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| We'll survive the thunder
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| And escape the hunger
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| And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
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| Who knows why, don't ask us
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| We don't need no answers
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| 'Cause we stand the surface, living through
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| Gucci Mane and Don
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| Catch me balling out in London
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| So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday
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| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds
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| I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred
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| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
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| She got comfortable, she call me about my government
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| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
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| And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney
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| You cocky, hit the pussy and I rock it
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| I fly to Amsterdam for the wifey
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| They're using after light us, they caught us
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| I booked it for the light, play the ball field
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| gang black war screen
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| Shark blue coupe with the shark fin
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| What's that on your neck that can't get it off yeah
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| Gucci Mane is dying
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| Catch me falling out of line
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| We'll survive the thunder
|
| And escape the hunger
|
| And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
|
| Who knows why, don't ask us
|
| We don't need no answers
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| 'Cause we stand the surface, living through
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| You got the first car, I gotta dream of something
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| You were like a hard wire, I like to push your buttons
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| We got it somehow, get out of town
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| We drove for ages, never looking backwards
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| They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom
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| Call us the rages, well how about now?
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| Don Diablo Guwop
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| Gucci Mane and Don
|
| Catch me balling out in London
|
| So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday
|
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds
|
| I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred
|
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
|
| She got comfortable, she call me about my government
|
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
|
| And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney
|
| But we here are, living through
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| But we here are, living through
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| And we'll survive the thunder
|
| And escape the hunger
|
| And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
|
| Who knows why, don't ask us
|
| We don't need no answers
|
| 'Cause we stand the surface, living through |