| Wop
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| Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherfucker
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| Qua', burr
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| Ice caucasian, but I’m black as hell (Ice, black)
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| My bitch bright skin, but she black as well (Black)
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| Plus, all my whips like a color book
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| Sellin' dope ain’t gettin' old, we got cola to cook
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| They say I got a man bag, but I got hunnids to tote (Hunnids)
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| If you took no mind, you would never be broke (Never)
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| Put the brick in the yoke, burglar bar on the door
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| I pay the neighbor next do' so she don’t tell what she know
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| All paper for parole, quarter mil' for a show (Fuck 'em)
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| Used to buy a half a ki', I turn that shit to a whole (Flip it)
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| 2012, did more drugs than I sold (Whoa now)
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| My dope like a Chia Pet, ya water it, it grows (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia)
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| I bring the income with the long arm with yay on the stove (Yuh)
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| My buddy neck filled with Vs, they think he sellin' his soul (Huh)
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| Don’t know we trappin' in the snow, pray don’t fuck up the flow
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| This that cocaine flow, turn your man to a Jane Doe (Go)
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| Woo, hey
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| I done re’d-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
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| Nigga, y’all done lost your mind (What the fuck? Woo)
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| Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
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| Nigga, y’all done lost your mind (Hey)
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| We trappin' at an all time high (Time high)
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| Fall fashion, but we wintertime fly (Time fly)
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| We eatin' good, it’s dinner time now (Time now)
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| No amateurs, beginner time now (Time now)
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| My AP like a teen in his prime (In his prime)
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| Bustin' through the motherfuckin' hole (Fuckin' hole)
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| Went platinum 'fore I ever went gold (Went gold)
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| Dope jumpin' out the motherfuckin' bowl (Burr)
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| Don’t bother me, I’m doin' what I do best (Fuck 'em)
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| Nike shoe box, hunnids where the shoes at (Shoes at)
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| And they blue, but I never been a cowboy (Huh?)
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| I’m not from Cali, but they runnin' In N' Out boy (Out boy)
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| I’m from the Peach State, the birds fly south, boy (Yuh)
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| Oh, that’s your son? |
| To them, he just another white boy (Huh?)
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| You had a bright plan, I give you «Nice try,» boy (Try boy)
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| But now you tied up, no one can hear your cry boy (Go)
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| Woo, hey
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| I done re’d-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
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| Nigga, y’all done lost your mind (What the fuck? Woo)
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| Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
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| Nigga, y’all done lost your mind (Hey) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Y'all Mind , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Evil Genius, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп