| I think I had one too many blunts today
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| Too many bills, now I’m jump today
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| I drank a pint of lean so I wasted mine
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| I got the gangsta air nigga, you can taste it mine
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| I’m swerving, I’m swerving
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| All of my niggas be serving
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| Pull up to the curb, curb serving
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| Wutchu want?
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| Wutchu want nigga? |
| We workin
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| I’m servin, I’m servin
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| Come through with my Bentley, I’m swerving
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| Hoes say I look better in person
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| Maybach, I’m a close the fuckin curtains
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| What’s happenin, hah
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| Scoo up, legend
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| Ha!
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| Shout out to zone 6
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| Speak Gucci ah
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| Dollars here so up
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| You see me
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| I know you hear me
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| That strong here
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| I know you smell me
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| Ya’ll niggas are fuck niggas
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| I know you tell em
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| And I don’t ease em cause I’m a failure
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| Touchdown on niggas, see there where the pass at
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| What a pass that you make a nigga laugh black
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| Need a pass for yo nigga, you’ll get blasted
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| You just a midgrade nigga like my last pet
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| I’m just a money making nigga, you can call ash
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| You ain’t on me to follow you neither way on yo anklet test chick
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| I got so much money I left em all with every damn feel
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| And for the compass raise your arm up then you make a ball fist
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| They move my nigga so far away cause they said he was high risk
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| Before any come down to see him well they can pay they damn rent
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| And now he frustrated, incarcerated, got us all tested
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| And they before tried to give me 40, I’m a jump the damn face
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| I’m chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in here
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| 8−50 you know I got that swag in here
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| I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
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| And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after
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| Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin
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| I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it
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| I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta
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| And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa
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| These niggas tryna hold me back
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| Burner king never hold me back
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| Gucci Mane I’m all geared up
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| And I walk round, I’m a get missed out
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| Walk around with these thug pass
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| Damn my nigga that my bad bitch
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| That you broke some damn face
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| Have some change that I had
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| You feel bad but I’m not sell
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| You could talk trash but I moved on
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| Three homes, ten phones
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| Tell me where did it go wrong
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| All the money that I have
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| Aka that’s my stash
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| Nigga try to take my cash
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| Bet this nigga gon die fast
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| 50 bands and the brand new pants
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| Take 5000 and I wipe my ass
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| Gucci Mane fear no man
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| I’m a tough guy like yo man
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| Mojo my right hand
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| And you nigga was our dope man
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| RIP to my dope man
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| Know his liquor down form head down
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| I’m chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in here
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| 8−50 you know I got that swag in here
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| I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
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| And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after
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| Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin
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| I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it
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| I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta
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| And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swerving , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Atlanta Gave Me Vision, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп