| Hah
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| Cut that shit up Quay
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| Scooch (Evil)
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| Hah (Genius)
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| Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)
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| Hah
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| (Mr. Nice Guy, haha)
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| If you ain’t 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain’t got none in common (No)
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| I hate snitches, I like bitches (Snitch), but I’m so in love with money (Money)
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| Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn’t keep it one hundred (What's up?)
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| If I said it, then I done it (Huh?)
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| Fuck that fake love, I don’t want it
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| Time to renegotiate my contract
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| Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow)
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| I’ma throw a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays
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| You just chick who suck my dick
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| Miss Lady, you’re not the other woman (No)
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| Fuck that friendship that’s platonic (No)
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| I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no)
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| Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin'
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| I’m about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch)
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| Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch)
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| Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em
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| Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah)
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| Fifty a verse and I’m on the charts
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| These rappers so fake that they screamin', «Extortion»
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| My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion
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| Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'
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| Booties and titties, the perfect proportion
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| Postin' a pic and it’s makin' me horny (Yeah)
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| Baby these carriers, these are not pawners
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| Killin' that pussy, I’m Gucci Kevorkian
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| Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah)
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| Gucci’s the alien, I’m from uranium
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| Droppin' the top, yeah I’m crackin' the cranium (Drop)
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| Out in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray)
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| Then my grandad look at me, like, «I'm so damn glad you lit»
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| Mind your jury, lookin' aluminum
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| Why’s it dull, what did you do to them
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| I’m gettin' fucked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)
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| Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up (Scooch)
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| Nah we down, picked 'em up
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| Salt me down, yeah fuck me up (Yeah fuck me up)
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| Too turnt up, too turnt up
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| Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa)
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| Salt me down, salt me down
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| Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No)
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| But I’m too turnt up (Too), I’m so up (Up, up, up, up)
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| Wop
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| Outta proportion, outta proportion
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| My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
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| Outta proportion, outta proportion
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| My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
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| Outta proportion, outta proportion
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| Outta pro-outta proportion
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| Outta proportion, outta proportion
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| My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outta Proportion, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Evil Genius, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп