Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell You Talking Bout, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song El Chapos Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Hell You Talking Bout |
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout |
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout |
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout |
Hell you talking bout |
You ain’t talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds |
He ain’t got that thing, he a mahfucking nerd |
He a mahfucking I’m mahfucking turned |
I’m a cash out on your bitch and she’ll mahfucking slurp |
Put my dick inside your drawers I’m all on |
I’m a kush rushing working dog |
Let my tear down her wall |
I’m a goddamn motherfucking boss |
I got goddamn motherfucking sauce |
She ain’t not goddamn motherfucking shark |
But she got goddamn motherfucking jaws |
Alphabetical order, I got hoes in alphabetical order |
I ain’t scream but I got to slaughter her |
And if the bitch bad I might daughter her, you dig |
OG gas bag I’m loaded down in cash |
TIP trying to whip some forgis got them showing my ass |
Got two hard on my dash I smash |
Baby say she want cash for this |
You ain’t talking about nothing baby Longway’ll pass |
I’m the man in my town like Bobby Brown |
I’m Molly Santana Brown in my rollie |
Like Patrick Swayze there’s a round |
Tip toes I’ll stay down |
I ain’t fucking around with your ass |
Two guns I’m doubled down put the F&N on your ass |
If you still talking about friendship I ain’t fucking around |
All that you a rooster now they ain’t around |
No I don’t want to hit that I smoking out the pound |
Nah girl I don’t want to hit that you a nat-nat now |
Talking about pounds and bricks, I speed off with |
Talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my nigga you |
trippin' |
Nigga we all know you snitching |
Thinking you gon' catch me slipping |
I post on the block I’m selling the rock |
I see the feds I’m jumping the fences |
Back to the trap thinking like damn what the fuck these niggas plotting |
I feel the trap spot is hot I look out the window I knew these niggas plotting |
Helicopter’s on top, SWATs around my house |
No but it’s going done, can’t flush it too many pounds |