| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| Hell yeah
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| This that kush shit
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| My girlfriend think she president Bush, bitch
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| Hell yeah, and I’m gone off that lean shit
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| My brother Duke keep on sendin' me that green shit
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| Fuck jail, Gucci time, man I’m hood rich
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| I’m in that Zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch
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| My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it
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| A black chick in some heels match the carpet
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| I’m pullin' up to the club like I own it
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| Ain’t with that bullshit, Gucci don’t condone it
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| My tolerance get low with the flexin'
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| I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| Hell yeah
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| I be the brick squad youngin', leave you stankin' like a Funyun
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| On these other rap nigga’s toes like a bunion
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| I’m BS, and you BS, but I’m Brick Squad, you the Bull Shit
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| Pistol like my chaperone, we goin' on a school trip
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| Places that you never seen, blowin' on that stupid green
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| Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in limousines
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| Codeine and Promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
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| Nigga what the fuck you mean?
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| Brick Squad, dream team
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| I got money to blow, naw, I ain’t Drizzy
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| Money make the world go 'round, that’s why I’m dizzy
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| Standin' behind Gucci, Flock, they like «Who is he?»
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| Slim Dunkin in this muhfucka, cut the chizzy
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| Hell yeah
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| It’s Big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
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| Until my release my nigga, no lights out
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| Lights out, creep on in silence
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| Why do I promote violence while nonviolent?
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| Why my tattoos smilin'?
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| To remind me of the time they robbed me with no problems
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| Now my problem solvin' is revolvin'
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| Around all these continents
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| And my company stretch from here to Compton to Bouldercrest
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| But brother say «Bompton»
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| That’s somethin' to those who have nothin'
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| No bluffin', Brick Squad, no cuffin'
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| A thousand bails of that mid shit
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| Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
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| Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
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| Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
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| Hell yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell Yeah , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album The Return of Mr. Zone 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп