Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Horror Flick, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 14.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Horror Flick |
| We don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci\n(It's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit (huh?)\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (it's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (yeah)\nI talk trash like every pay\nMy dope jump like Shawn Kemp\nNeed to hire Perry mason ‘cause I just caught an M\nCook my dope fast forward, sell lean in slow motion\n4 am, still goin'\n8 am, still smokin'\nCaught a charge and beat it\nGucci Mane, I’m undefeated\nRed bottom’s on all my hoes, all my bitches are so conceited\nFront flip, I’m flippin' bricks\nBackflip, you hustle backwards\nYour girlfriend is unattractive\nCould’ve but I didn’t smash her\nCall me 4 eyes with these Gucci glasses\nTrap school; better take some classes\nAlgebra; I didn’t pass it, but a Mil' got there the fastest\nRush hour; I’m stuck in traffic\nKush hour; I’m passin' gasses\nAce of spades; straight out the bottle\nGucci Mane don’t do the glasses\n(It's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit (huh?)\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (it's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (yeah)\nI, I, I, I killed the parking lot, I think I’m Michael Myers. (dead)\nMy rims so fat but I got these lil' skinny tires\nThey locked me up and put me on probation, nigga. (true)\nThe way I chase that white girl, they think I’m Jason, nigga\nI’m all in your dreams like I’m Freddy Krueger\nBut I’m not Freddy baby, call me Freddy Mueller\nI need to go to rehab, I’m a drug abuser\nI drink so much cough syrup, they think I got the flu\nSmoked so much kush, I might need an organ donor\nAnother set of lungs ‘cause I’m a heavy smoker\nPopped so many bottles, need another liver\nAnd I don’t plan on stopping ‘cause I’m not a quitter (it's Gucci!)\n(It's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit (huh?)\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (it's Gucci!)\nWe don’t make porno’s, we make horror flicks\nThe way I kill a bitch, that shit a scary movie (yeah)\nLil' momma choosin' but she on that scary shit\nShe wanna go, but I think that she scared of Gucci (yeah) |