| Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
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| But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
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| You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
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| But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
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| Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
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| But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
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| You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
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| But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
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| Got them young shooters with me they don’t get along with you
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| If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you
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| And I can’t turn you on, you must have the wrong picture
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| I’m in the VIP sippin' lean with this very long Swisher
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| I’m drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
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| If you knew that you wouldn’t do that I swear you would not kiss her
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| Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
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| If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
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| Hook:
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| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
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| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
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| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
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| Five deuce, four-tray, six eight
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| Eight watches, four chains six rings
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| Pots, forks: dope at a high cost
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| From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope
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| Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16−5
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| Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive
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| Got my seat leanin low bricks inside
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| Gott’em stash in the door always road running
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| Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'
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| Tractor trailer in the morning won’t stop jugging
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| Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga
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| I got rich off of junkies
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| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
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| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
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| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
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| What the fuck was you thinking the bitch you must have been drinking
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| This chopper had got me feeling like harley
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| If I let it ride you’re bound to be stinkin
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| I’m an asshole I do what I’d like too
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| On shit thats made for you to fight to
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| I don’t give a fuck bitch I don’t like you
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| Got that fire bitch I might light you
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| Bitch I am the streets you just look tough
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| Call the bricks snow like I was on bluff
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| Call me the master like Sho’Nuff
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| Bad boy the forreal no puff
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| If a nigga pussy I don’t pimp mine
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| I just keep the distance don’t play with mine
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| Stay in your place fall out the line
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| Had the young niggas over here to pay a fine
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| You can find me in the hood what a hood don’t go
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| Heard that somebody the hood don’t know
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| If a nigga turn up tellem watch this show
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| Money never sit still so my net don’t blow
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| King of the streets just call me sire
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| All my throne they no one higher
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| T-R-U-T-H no liar
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| Real street nigga I won’t retire
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| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
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| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
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| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
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| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Man , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap God Revalations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп