| Listen to this track bitch
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| Woah, Wop
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| Hah, Wop
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| Woah, sheesh
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| Burr, toy
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| Skrrt, Wizop
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| I take the good with the bad, and the bad with the good
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| The plug sent the goods, so I had to flood the hood
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| The plug sent the bag, then I offed that too
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| That made me a bigger asset to the plug
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| But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
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| Your partner in crime, own thugs tell on ya
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| Talking 20 years, 30 years, 50 years
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| In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 beers
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| Homicide though, genocide when I ride
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| When we die, only God know where the bullets fly
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| In my Hummer truck, bullets coming through my car door
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| I got contract killers staying at my condo
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| Got a hole up your folk cause they sholl ain’t bluffin'
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| Gotta vest up cause I sholl ain’t ducking
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| Standing in the cold on the corner, Flat Shoals
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| Sold his soul to the devil for a Mac-11
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| 100 bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
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| My Mexican, Catholic connect doing confession
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| Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
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| I progress then regress and this shit is getting depressing
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| But I count my stash 'fore I count my blessings
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| And I load my weapon 'fore I eat my breakfast
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| The skreets keep talking and the snitches keep telling
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| Your whole life can change in a motherfucking second
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| Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
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| They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
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| Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
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| You nincompoops so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
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| I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
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| Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
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| Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
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| Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
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| I might manic, I go in a panic, don’t see nothing but red
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| Off my meds, I can’t sleep cause I hear voices in my head
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| This lil devil on my left shoulder say «shoot him in the dreads»
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| While an angel on the right whisper «just shoot him in the leg»
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| I admit that I might need some help, I guess I made a step
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| Man they think I need a shrink cause I fear God but don’t fear death
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| I’m so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink 'em by myself
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| A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I’m Michael Phelps
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| Louis glasses, Ferragamo belt, I’m Gucci Mane XL
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| YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
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| Bitches laughing like I’m Dave Chappelle cause I stay fresh as hell
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| Zone 6, Zone 6. You don’t like it? |
| Kill yourself
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| Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
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| They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
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| Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
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| You nincompoops, so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
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| I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
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| Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
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| Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
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| Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out the Zoo , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album WOPTOBER, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп