| To wake up in the morning is a motherfuckin' blessin'
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| Grab my AK I ain’t motherfuckin' stressin'
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| Standing in the kitchen and I’m whippin' up the babies
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| Only thing on my mind is how to buy me a Mercedes
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| Scrapin' up the pot, tryna come up with the extra
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| Young niggas rob and I heard that they finesse ya
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| Ain’t no pressure, get the .38 special
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| Only thing on my mind is how to put you on a stretcher
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| I pull up solo dolo in a motherfuckin' Lambo
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| Sippin' lean all on my Polo, makin' niggas out examples
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| Your girlfriend want a photo cuz she say she like my wardrobe
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| Got Louie on my feet and I got diamonds in my earlobes
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| My prices buy so low but shawty tell me somethin' I don’t know
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| My niggas are so cuthroat man they dirty like a dope bowl
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| I made a hundred thousand right on Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals
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| Worth a half a million when I moved over to Creel Road
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| Servin' through the _____ with the do' closed
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| Got more blocks than Dikembe Mutumbo
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| Gave holmes a whole thang to blow a nigga head off
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| .44 bulldog when I drop the bread off
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| I pulled up with a chauffeur and my motherfuckin' Rolls Royce
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| Glock 19 bought my purp and a pair of Jordans
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| Gucci Mane my nigga so you know I fuck with Bricksquad
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| My ___ speak bilingual don’t do English, they the brick squad
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| 2 tops on my Vette, middle finger to a squad car
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| Cool hundred bricks, that fill up a smart car
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| Energy efficient niggas winnin' on the gas rate
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| 48 a pound, want 10? |
| Okay 38
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| _____ amaze me, while the kitchen slave me
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| One time to the dope boys, they the ones who raised me
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| I fuck with the robbers, I hang with the murderers
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| Finna get that new Bentley, but then didn’t come convertible
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| I been gettin' money since I motherfuckin' came here
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| Same shit, cop and go, naw ain’t nothin' change here
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| Know I got that haze, sour, and a couple kushes
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| Shorty got the rock, and the Glock is in the bushes
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| One already in the head, hollows in a full clip
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| All my niggas bout that bread, we ain’t bout that bullshit
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| Work is good, make sure your connect keep it real with you
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| Hundred on the chain, quarter million on the vehicle
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| Spit a couple bars, get some budgets, sign a deal or two
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| Drink some liquor, fuck some bad bitches, pop a pill or two
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| Killin' you, young black rich nigga, ain’t no need in stressin'
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| Be thankful for what you got my nigga, it’s a blessin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blessing , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп