| I use to trap on the corner but that was decades ago
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| I was high as a cloud and that was seconds ago
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| I had the game in the lock a couple records ago
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| And I ain’t never trust nobody I would check in the door
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| And if you spend a living molding your necklace will glow
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| He see me textin the phone and I ain’t choking the hoe
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| But he keep talkin bout a gangsta, he put fault in the hoe
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| I gave my dentist a 50 just for my trophies to show
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| I look like Pablo Escobar the way I’m holding the drow
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| I feel like Bunklin George, I got so many bills from the plug
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| I got a suite apartment in the part mit under the rug
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| And every drank in my frigerator filled up with mud
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| I don’t know bout nobody else but I don’t servin
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| And as long as these bads come in I’m gonna circle
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| Niggas say they ain’t getting money but I don’t work it
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| I’m runnin with so much dough that I’m nervous
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| If the police tryina pull up on me I’m gonna swerve em
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| You ain’t never seen so many guns on one person
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| Dump truck, 2 trucks came on one person
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| You need to switch up the shit you doin, just ain’t working
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| They got me feeling like me, no couple mill in the safe
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| But when snitched at the end, it was a slap in the face
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| I need a bitch like Keyshia, shout your mill of the day
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| And Puggy smoke, what the fuck G minor put some trust in the J
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| 13 thousand dollars' worth of narcotics wrapped in some tape
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| I spent 130 thousand dollars just on my drapes
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| I got a coke model, supermodel feedin me grapes
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| And you can keep the money nigga cause your payment too late
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| And you ain’t coming with me nigga, you tryina run in the way
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| You’re just a spy telling lies, tryina look at our play
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| You call me country to my face, I hit your ass with this K
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| Tomahawk, chop your head off, home of the brave
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| I don’t know bout nobody else but I don’t servin
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| And as long as these bads come in I’m gonna circle
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| Niggas say they ain’t getting money but I don’t work it
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| I’m runnin with so much dough that I’m nervous
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| If the police tryina pull up on me I’m gonna swerve em
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| You ain’t never seen so many guns on one person
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| Dump truck, 2 trucks came on one person
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| You need to switch up the shit you doin, just ain’t working |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Servin , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap God Revalations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп