| Huh, yeah, it’s Gucci!
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| Tiller! |
| Brr, brr-brr!
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| Pull up in a Lam', it’ll drive you crazy
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| Had to cut her off cause the bitch too lazy
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| She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy
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| And your car too slow, you need to drive Miss Daisy
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| Jumped out the feds like, «Fuck you, pay me»
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| Got her foamin' mouth like the bitch got rabies
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| Got me runnin' out the spot like the spot got raided
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| 'Cause I’m so much different then the nigga you dated
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| Smilin' in the camera like, «Bitch, I made it»
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| Big Guwop got the whole club faded
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| Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it
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| Tell me how you feel when you see me skatin'
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| Nah, you don’t call me baby
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| We ain’t finna go to the mall, Ms. Lady
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| When you leave me feelin' standin' tall, Ms. Lady
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| Like can you take it, take it, take it all, Ms. Lady?
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| Never get a love like this
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| Never ever, ever meet a thug like this
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| Never met a plug like this
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| Never seen a nigga in the club like this
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| Never hug like this
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| Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this
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| Never got drunk like this
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| Or beat from the back on the rug like this
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| What? |
| Tell 'em how crazy I drove you
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| Talk about how crazy you drove me
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| Talk about them favors you owe me
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| Talk about them
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| Talk about them lies you told me
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| Talk about true colors you showed me
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| Talk about them, what?
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| Tell 'em how crazy I drove you
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| Talk about how crazy you drove me
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| Talk about them favors you owe me
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| Talk about them
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| Talk about them lies you told me
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| Talk about true colors you showed me
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| Talk about them
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| Aye, lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah
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| Lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah
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| Her ex-boyfriend's words cut deep
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| Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah
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| Aye, Young Tiller goin' up, yeah
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| At your head with that uppercut, yeah
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| I’m still on the motherfuckin' come up
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| But y’all already know where I’m from, yeah
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| Straight from the 502, hey
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| Southside Dirty, I grew, hey
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| Now they wanna show my moves, hey
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| Every little thing that I do and say
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| My old bitch said she need closure
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| I just think she wanna get closer
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| I just think she want some exposure
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| Tell people how crazy I drove her
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| Tell people all the dreams I sold her
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| I’m sorry, you cannot lean on my shoulder
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| I already got too many burdens
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| Most of them 'bout to give to my attorney
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| I got too many niggas in my face now
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| This ain’t the time 'nor place now
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| This for my niggas that stay down
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| Fuck all you niggas that wanna hate now
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| What? |
| Tell 'em how crazy I drove you
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| Talk about how crazy you drove me
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| Talk about them favors you owe me
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| Talk about them
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| Talk about them lies you told me
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| Talk about true colors you showed me
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| Talk about them, what?
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| Tell 'em how crazy I drove you
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| Talk about how crazy you drove me
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| Talk about them favors you owe me
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| Talk about them
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| Talk about them lies you told me
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| Talk about true colors you showed me
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| Talk about them
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| Huh, Tiller, Gucci, huh, brr!
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| Woo, it’s Wizzop, huh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drove U Crazy , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album The Return of East Atlanta Santa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп