| Not going to Iran, I’m not going to Iran
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| Free all the shootas (Yeah)
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| Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran
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| Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)
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| If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)
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| Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah)
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| I do stunts like Jackie Chan
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| I just touched down in Japan ()
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| Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
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| In the A, where I’m with the sand
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| I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
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| I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)
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| But I feel like I’m the man
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| I put diamonds in my bands
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| Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands
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| I can’t go to work for nobody
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| Bitch I got my own bodies (Yeah)
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| Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet
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| Bodies go to droppin' this only
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| Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas (Ah)
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| Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want?
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| Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle
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| Pray for my rubber band shooting my (What?)
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| I don’t go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible
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| Thinkin' of bringin' home survivors
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| Jump off the towel, money and power
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| Send me the world but you nothin' but a coward (Wooh)
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| named Broward, students at Howard (Yeah)
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| Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power ()
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| blue eyed eyeball
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| can’t touch her for hours
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| Think of my lick, got a stick in my trouser
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| Real shit, runnin' the powder
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| Flack on your casket, get used to seeing flowers
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| Gucci on bucket, I’m tellin' you now (Gucci)
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| I see my opp then I’m gunnin' him down (Graow)
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| Tell my lawyer here to start pointin' him out (Him)
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| Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him)
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| Gave him and he don’t say a sound
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| Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)
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| If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)
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| Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah)
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| I do stunts like Jackie Chan
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| I just touched down in Japan ()
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| Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
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| In the A, where I’m with the sand
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| I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
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| I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)
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| But I feel like I’m the man
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| I put diamonds in my bands
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| Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands
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| (So icy)
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| Real shooter been reckless (Uh)
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| Put them boys on my guest list (Woah)
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| 50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word)
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| If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah)
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| It’s just automatic reflexes (Woo)
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| Got two bad bitches from Texas (Yeah)
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| I might slap a hoe if she messy (Ah)
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| I burn them off for my kids
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| Damn, I’m legit
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| Pour the Johnson with the shit (Who?)
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| I break 'em off like a KitKat
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| Hard as a brick, ain’t got no time for no kick back
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| I’m a mother fuckin' veteran, Obama is my president
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| Might pull up to your residence
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| Might fire, bitch we negligent
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| Open fire, I might fine ya
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| Pin the house, might blind ya
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| Damn my conduct so disorderly
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| I check the nigga quarterly
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| They closin' up the doors for me
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| Might slip, my drip too watery
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| You can blame it on the saucery
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| Eat a pew, bitch, take it overly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iran , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп