| Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
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| Got it locked through Atlanta
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Got a lot to handle
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| (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
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| Brr, big brr
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| Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don’t do no attempts
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| Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
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| Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
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| 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, «Who is him?»
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| Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
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| Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
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| I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
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| Nobody safe, you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s, on God
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| Entertain like Cedric, had that codeine in my beverage
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| Way back in day, let them niggas use me for leverage (Well, damn)
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| F on my report card, on my hip, I got an F&N
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| Pulled up on me poppin', but he won’t pull up and pop again
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| I don’t care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in
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| Cold, dark pool, they threw him in, I just shot off his chin (Burr)
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| Murder case, Snoop Dogg, back in the day, no juice and gin (Snoop)
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| And I’m the coach, I’m with the G.O.A.T.s, we go for it on fourth and ten (Go)
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| Always was the robber where we stayed, so I didn’t play with 'em
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| Police don’t even try to talk to Wop, got nothin' to say to 'em
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| Five-shot, .38 on me, put a trey to him
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| Big dawg in the yard, took a nigga tray from him
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| Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don’t do no attempts
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| Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
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| Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
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| 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, «Who is him?»
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| Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
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| Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
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| I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
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| Nobody safe, you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s, on God
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| Niggas starve theyself, the whole time, somethin' to eat in they face
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| Look at that lil' nigga from the Creek, his ass done made a way
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| I ain’t just go put food on the table, I passed out the plates
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| I’m missing Tre, ain’t nobody have me like my nigga Day
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| It’s time to slide
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| Walk with a hundred up in the chopper, I shot eighty-five
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| Mix them Percocets with the exotic, I’m back energized
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| Do donuts up in the 'Cat, drive it like it got nine lives
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| You ain’t take 'em down with me, nigga, so is you not my slime
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| Niggas talkin' out they neck, but that lil' shit won’t slow me up
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| Two double cups, big congratulations, time to pour me up
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| We rollin' up, mixin' different flavors, keep my 'Wood stuffed
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| If you got somethin' dancin' on your wrist, it’s time to hold it up
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| Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don’t do no attempts
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| Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
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| Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
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| 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, «Who is him?»
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| Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
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| Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
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| I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
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| Nobody safe, you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s, on God
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| On Chopper Gang, on So Icy G, this my squad
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| Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard
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| Nigga, 413 Gang, ayy (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
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| 1017 on my damn chain, brr |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Is Him, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Classics: I Am My Only Competition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп