Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What the Hell, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 08.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What the Hell |
| Might as well sell a bale\nWhat the hell? Oh…\nI’m just a nigga with a fucking scale\nTrying to stay outta jail, oh…\nI am just a shooter, shorty\nI hang out with shooters, shorty\nPut you in that torture rack\nCall me Lex Luger, shorty\nYou can call me Jason\nOr you call me Freddie Kruger, Shorty\nForty’s just a feature, charge you fifty for the after-party\nGucci Mane’s the shooter boss\nNo, not a producer, shorty\nEighty goons on your ass, like some barracudas, shorty\nYoung ass nigga with a mouth full of gold\nBitches know I’m rich as fuck\nDumbass nigga with a mouth full of hate\nGrab my AK and chop 'em up\nStill fuck at least ten bitches a day\nLike I’m a pornagrapher\nGucci Mane and Flocka\nCan’t even see us if you had binoculars\nIce cream’s backordered\nNew color chat water\nCall your girlfriend «Trapitha»\nEverybody grabbin' her\nEverybody stabbin' her\nSuckin' on us like Dracula\nMid-grade, mid-grade\nBeen sellin' it seventh grade\nStay with that throw away\nCellphone chirping, catchin' plays\nFifty slabs, hundred slabs, seven grams, half-a-ounces\nOffer that, runnin' that, from the back\nNo commin' back\nShorty want an eight-ball, told her call Gucci\nTrappin' with my gutter chick, work up in her coochie\nDope man Nike’s, Levi’s with the white tee\nI fucked my money up, now I think that they don’t like me\nShorty’s pilled and talkin' told me where her nigga’s white be\nYou that I’m shiesty\nThese niggas' nothing like me\nMoney, money, I be countin' hunneds\nLooking for the jackers\nYou know that I’m gunning\nI’m Just trying to see another day\nYesterday it was okay\nHopefully today’ll be better though\nHopefully I’ll get some better blow\nSnowflakes out here finna go\nI’m just trying to keep my ho\nHopefully I’ll hit the lotto\nI’m so tired of sellin' this stone\nEvery day we live for the moment\nEvery second we got to do what we go to do\nIf I finessed you, I had to\nI had to do what I had to do\nYou retaliate, can’t be mad at you\nGotta do what you gotta do\nI can’t take offense to it\nStill, I gotta play defense\nCold-hearted amphibians\nIn this street, all this slime\nNigga told you he ain’t never thought he hit no lick\nThat nigga lyin'\nAt night I get on my knees\nFree my conscious, free my mind\nGod, help us find another way\nWe’re so tired of committing these crimes, ay |