| My main bitch, her anklet
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| ‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor
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| If a diva late one time I’mma put her ass on probation
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| I’mma give her two scratches
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| She’s a fuckin' good woman, I’mma give her a life
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| I’mma walk by shinin' with a bitch
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| Aye, say I had enough in my life
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| I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings
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| And a nigga can’t take my ice
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| Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit
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| ‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life
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| I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy
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| And my right hand man got a Tonka toy
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| I sell, charge, I’m servin' boy
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| Major saver, I’m the golden boy
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| And I serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy
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| Poppin' and poppin' and poppin' the shit
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| Talkin' that shit, now you shot in the head
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| Brick Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg
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| Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and
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| The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared
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| A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix
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| Rollin' up kush while they suckin' my dick
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| On my chain is a tag team
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| All my niggas gettin' money
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| You can get tied, then tagged then me and your freak’ll start fuckin'
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| Got two choppers, it’s a tag team
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| Four bad bitches and it’s all to me
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| Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9×17s
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| Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
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| I ain’t have time, I was grindin' real hard
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| People goin' crazy, and my mama goin' crazy but belive it or not, bitch,
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| I gotta thank the Lord
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| Ballin' so hard when I came out of jail
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| Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up
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| Sippin' on lean ‘til I throw up
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| What you want to be when you grow up?
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| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
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| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga
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| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
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| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga
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| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
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| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
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| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
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| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga
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| Young Scooter in my team
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| Flockaveli that’s my shooter
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| R.I.P to my nigga Dunk
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| Think about your ass every day
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| Momma called, said she need some money
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| Sent her ten bands and it made her smile
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| Child nude, no shoes
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| Got to get him those new Trews
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| Mail your head to your mama
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| Hide your body in a restaurant
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| Nigga wasn’t shit anyway
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| Playin' around with my awards
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| Gucci Mane is a cool dude
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| But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
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| Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds
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| And your CEO ain’t worth nothin'
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| Made a half a mil' in three weeks
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| Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man
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| I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man
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| These fucked niggas keep tryin' to hold me back
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| Matter of fact, nigga slow down
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| When you drivin' in the ‘Lac, you gon' spill my ‘Gnac
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| Like Pinky, nigga, I’m big and black
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| Rock so many chains it gon hurt my neck
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| Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I’m turnt up, fuck off
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| Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I’m turnt up, fuck off
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| Them pussy nigga call me Trinidad
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| Them bad hoes call me TJ
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| I got a girlfriend in Magic City
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| And a side bitch in the Blue Flame
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| Her pussy bomb as Saddam Hussein, pussy nigga
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| Gucci needed me for a verse
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| Call me up, nigga tap me in
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| This verse here, a tragedy
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| Bad bitches they after me
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| Only buy molly from rich hoes
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| ‘Cause these broke hoes be taxin' me
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| Got a problem with it?
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| Do somethin' ‘bout it
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| Bomb squad like «Hoorah!»
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| Real niggas call Gucci
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| But these hoes call «GuWop»
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I’m turnt up, fuck off
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I’m turnt up, fuck off
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| I’m turnt up, fuck off
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| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
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| Trinidad and Gucci Mane… |