| Ooh, yeah
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| Okay
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| Watch 'em
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| Don’t try me, boy, I’ll send you to your maker (I'll send ya)
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| Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica (In Jamaica)
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| Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters (Big badger gun)
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| I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega (Smoke)
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| Gucci Mane, ah, wicked, he a cold don (A Gucci)
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| Fuck the police man, 'cause they can’t stop none (The police)
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| Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won’t kill none (A former)
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| Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss (A lover boy)
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| I don’t fear your shooters, think they all sus (They all sus)
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| Bag on his head like a wave brush (A wave brush)
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| If copying is flattery, I feel touched (I feel touched)
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| But this ain’t flag football, I get your head bust (I get ya all touched)
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| Never fear dem, better warn dem (Ooh, boy)
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| Boy dey gwaan like seh day want war, war (Blah, blah, blah)
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| Never hold back, we haffi rise up
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| Man ready for all dem, yeah (Ooh, boy)
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| Chillin' on the beach, smokin' on a phantom leaf
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| Backseat there to figure, thinkin' my life is fantasy (Trip)
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| Niggas, they be dissin' me (Diss), knowin' they be diggin' be me (Puss)
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| Misery love company, I take you out your misery (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Like a shot at enemies, my gun does not shoot Hennessy (No)
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| Niggas be too timid then they end up dead like Timothy (Dead)
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| Why you actin' pussy, boy? |
| Like I’ma show you sympathy? |
| (Rude boy)
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| Suck your motha pussy, boy, you should know not romp with me (Boom, boom, boom,
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| boom)
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| Never fear dem, better warn dem
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| Boy dey gwaan like sey dey want war, war (Blah, blah, blah)
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| Never hold back, we haffi rise up
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| Man ready for all dem, yeah
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| Never fear dem, better warn dem (Oh)
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| Boy dey gwaan like seh day waan war, war
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| Never hold back, we haffi rise up (Yeah)
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| Man ready for all dem, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drummer, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song East Atlanta Santa 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп