| Them suckers them, what’s up with them? |
| I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs
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| Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them
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| Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them
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| Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin'
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| «Gucci Mane, hey let’s jump him,"nobody jumpin' him (No)
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| One man, two handguns, that’s what you up against
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| My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
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| From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again
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| I don’t know where you from, holme, but you best come again
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| Ain’t nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop)
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| Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again
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| Yeah, I been runnin' up my money, I can’t run up out a win
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| Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen'
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| And I still hold it down too, my mama ain’t raise no damn fool
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| Yeah, I’m Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain’t nothin' like you
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| I’m flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue
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| I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I’m just twenty-two
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| They like, «How the fuck he get that?"Shit, I been gettin' to it
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| Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yeah, bitch, I been makin' moves
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| Yeah, stuntin' too hard, I had to play it cool
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| Mama told me them boys ain’t cool
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| Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
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| Yeah, bitch, we a terrible two
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| This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but
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| Shit, I think I want a Lam' truck too
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| Shit for real, nigga
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| Nigga ain’t play with this one, man (Nothin')
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| Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| Mob (Yeah)
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| More money, more problems
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| I don’t give a fuck, I keep a revolver
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| If you got a problem, know I’ma solve 'em
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| Ain’t heard 'bout me, then nigga, go search your browser
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| I was posted up on Joe Brown for real
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| We was robbers, we wasn’t workin' no deal
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| Smokin' gas, that shit be loud like Malia
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| Niggas talkin', but they know what it is, huh?
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| I got them crooked rows (Crooked), and I got them shotguns
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| I got them gangster niggas, and they got them big guns
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| I got them OGs, yeah, they ridin' with me, and they gon' kill somethin'
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| And I got them Pirus, bitch, they ain’t gon' spare nothin', nah
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| Plug just sent a text, they in
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| Call my country boy, they gone
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| 1017, Ola, we on
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| Sippin' Act', don’t do Patrón
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| Chain said burr, re-up, make it disappear
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| On that Pimp C, talkin' slurred
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| Pop a Perc', my vision blurry
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| My bitch petite
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| Patek Philippe
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| Hellcat motor in my Jeep
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| Talkin' bars, I charge a fee
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| Took an '05 banger beat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lifers , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп