| Hey girl I’m tearin it up and they knowin that
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| I had sex so much that I ain’t goin back
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| I blow stack after stack after stack after stack
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| At the rack everyday and they knowin that
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| Well I’m blowin that and I’m doin this
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| And my red flag got the haters pissed
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| Don’t reckless, this not a diss
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| This not a threat, this real shit
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| And don’t play me, cause ain’t no stoppin me
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| Ain’t no toppin me, and ain’t no robbin me
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| Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out
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| We reckless, we O. G
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| On Acuras and they textin us
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| But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn?
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| I’m blood in and blood out on Flat Shoals with big sand
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| And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka
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| Two times, cause we two crimes
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| Two bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signs
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| So what’s up? |
| The pricety, I’m icey and Icey
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| I’m the king of diamonds and the princess shinin
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| And all mine behind me
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| Let’s get reckless, let’s get reckless
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| Oh yeah! |
| Cap, I’m in beast mode
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| Hell yeah I’m on reckless
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| If you don’t like it pussy nigga come check this
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| Respect this or meet your death wish
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| There’s 17 bird on my necklace
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| I fuck with dem and they fuck with me
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| Don’t fuck with us, get the fuck from 'round
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| Cause I like to pop and we sucker free
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| Reckless, reckless, e’rybody goin HAM
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| Don’t test this, cause if you do
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| That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn
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| Look what the fuck done happened
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| Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin
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| That I’m worryin about the pulled out
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| No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene I’m smashin
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| Bye, gone — boy you better catch up nigga
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| Get hit from your neck up nigga
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| Nobody wan' fess up, get your block up
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| Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga
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| They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent
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| I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone
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| Signin autographs who’s stylin?
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| Huh? |
| Huh? |
| Huh?
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| Vacation in Miami, they say I’m swag surfin
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| Your girl with ya she ain’t lookin but her ass flirtin
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| See I’m a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains
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| And I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin
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| And I don’t mean I’m jackin off when I say I’m chokin chickens
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| I mean, when we rap on mo' we call that chokin chickens
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| I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds
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| Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole
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| My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
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| Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin
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| My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
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| Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reckless , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album The Return of Mr. Zone 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп