Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cowards & Soldiers, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cowards & Soldiers |
| My trap house chill like Morehouse I got niggas all around it |
| But yo trap like a whore house probly in there cooking brownies |
| Spell me, spell me, ain’t nothing you can tell them |
| My goons all trained to go but you squad more pussy then Spellman |
| We stomp you like the Q-Dogs aka Alpha Kappa |
| Gambling with a poolshark find your body after later |
| College campus kush pack, three blunts make the party start |
| Don’t make me start burning kush then start burning your body parts |
| Zone 6 still ma I’m a model, I’m valedictorian |
| Girl just broke up with me say I fucked the whole sorority |
| Retarted all the time I was bumpin' and choppin' authority |
| Tell it to my nine, 'cause you bitch niggas be boring me |
| He’s got made for teenagers scary you can’t join |
| But if you have the heart we can link up and have fun |
| They drink up all of the fuck if the lockers were made of bud |
| 'Cause these cowards die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one |
| You know it’s what these bitches in Atlanta keep goin' |
| Don’t keep up the security we see 'em we keep blowin' |
| No glory for the team with scarce money and no guns |
| 'Cause a coward die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one |
| I empty out the clip, believe me that’s not a myth |
| I murk you on the scrifin' one question I plead the fifth |
| Your kush pack and my cocaine whiter than Taylor swift |
| And they tailor make my bread and dine collar costs me a grip |
| I’m cleaner than a whistle black diamonds matchin' my pistols |
| So beefin' with me nigga best keep yo head on a swivel |
| Quarter ticket every week and you dig it that’s how I kick it |
| So you can leave the money and you can have all the bitches |
| Pardon my apology rappers these days not as hard as me |
| Avoiding me that’s obviously cause they know they just frosted me |
| I brought to me you softer than Charmin and that’s not hard to see |
| I own the street every beat that I spit on my fans applauded me |
| I’m back in the Maybach I’m blowin Kush in the back |
| Eight thousand dollars for the set, time to roll me another fat |
| The police pull me over they think of gon' catch a trap |
| Don’t know it’s only personal uses what’s up with that |
| My wrist and knicks so rocksy I’m choppin' game up with Terrance (BURR) |
| I’m worn all 6 import talkin' cockin' thanks to my parents (BURR) |
| You strippers seen 10K worth of singles they squeeze they nipples |
| I tempt one till she twiddle and that’s a bitch 'till she cripple |
| I keep word to a minimal rappers now wanna hush |
| I got to say too much 'cause my jewelry can’t says enough (BURR) |
| I’m keep 'em up that’s why you niggas ain’t deep enough |
| You say you poppin' deep dish yo pockets ain’t deep enough |