| Brick Squad about to walk in here
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| So cold, a nigga bitch say flip
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| Drinkin on lean like a ice-cold beer
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| Can’t give you none, give you what got you here
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| Diamonds so big they hurt my ear
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| Sip codeine bitch, not Belvedere
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| Ballin like a nigga on his first day I
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| You chain so little that I hurt my eye
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| Your watch ain’t real, you a goddamn lie
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| Got some little bit of niggas, I’m a big ol playa
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| I can take her to you vacash
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| Car collision, first place
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| Over 10 years and they couldn’t take it
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| Told I’m a hold their operation
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| I’m a man bustin what I stand for
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| Everything I stand for
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| And I’m a hound dog, kinda fragile
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| Cause I drop down, better pipe down
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| EA, GA, AK to the peach state
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| And a bitch can’t call me cheap skate
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| I’m worth 20 mill on E-bay
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| Gucci Mane ain’t ballin
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| Young bitch so what yo mouth say
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| Ain’t no 1 on 1 nigga
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| He swing, I hit you
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| I ain’t no front for fun nigga
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| He ridin with you, he die with you
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| I ain’t thinkin of bitin my tongue nigga
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| Everybody know I don’t fuck with you
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| And I ain’t finna to go in no club nigga
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| And if you let me home with this lil nigga
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| Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
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| They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
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| Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
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| They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
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| Bet a million dollars at a month nigga
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| Quarter mill for a lunch nigga
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| Hundred dollars a blunt nigga
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| Check ay I had, don’t talk nigga
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| 200 dollars a blunt nigga
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| This ain’t what you want nigga
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| Got riffles like I’m huntin niggas
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| Hand choppas and punk niggas
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| Well chumps ain’t keep runnin your mouth
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| If you went another mile then you gon be in my trunk nigga
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| Got a ill nigga, just slum niggas
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| But all I do is just point fingers
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| Had the niggas fightin like Jerry Springer
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| Thin them fuckin hoes my trigga bang
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| I know pimp niggas but no gang bangers
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| Same plane, different angle
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| With the tango we Gucci
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| So you like you want a gumbo
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| Got her waitin for ya and a funeral
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| And you add these numbers like candles
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| They grew up, I keep a fighter
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| Tell the truth I don’t like strangers
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| Trap game is a deadly game but I tore pussy jet just like Jesse James |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pistol in the Party , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Birds of a Feather, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп