| Haa, dope boys, wow
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| Zaytoven, Ziggy
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| It’s Gucci
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| Dope boys stand up
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| Haa, Zone 6 shit
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| Fuck ya
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| I pay a penny for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt
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| Don’t blame me, it’s the cash fault
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| I throw rocks from the glass house
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| A trap house, a stash house
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| Rob your plug, take the mask off
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| I don’t need a handout but I might cut your hand off
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| I’m so Marilyn Mason, I’m so heinously handsome
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| I’m more dangerous than famous, I’ll take your grandson for ransom
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| Up all night, live a vamp life, that lady in the trap
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| My bitch sleep all day, got gold fangs like a vampire
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| The neighbors might find it odd I wear my shades in the dark
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| And when I say I’m a god I still have faith in the Lord
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| Know (?) is a sport, be careful what you record
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| These men act like boys they scared to cut off the cord
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| I’m in the wrong profession but I’m just guessin'
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| But my mom home stressin', I’m over the stove strechin'
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| These niggas all dry snitches, they singin' like John Legend
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| 500 pints, I sold 'em in 9 seconds
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| My money took a nosedive, I rob my next play
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| But I ain’t shuttin' the trap down, I opened up next day
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| Man I just had a vision
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| They tryna send me to prison
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| With no pot to piss in
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| No women to stick my dick in
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| It’s the clone named Gucci
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| They should call me Tuki
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| He wire tapped, that boy ain’t kill him cause he look like Pookie
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| Look at dope fiend Suzy, that’s my dog like Lucy (grrr)
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| I’m a neighborhood celeb and she’s a dope boy groupie
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| Dope boy, skrt, skrt
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| Wizop, catch up
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| Oh, oh, skrt-skrt
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| It’s Gucci nigga
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| It’s Gucci
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| Real trap boys
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| Dope, dope, boys
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| (Get your motherfuckin' weight up)
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| Pussy
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| (Somebody bring me a rerock machine)
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| Ha Pressi
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| Ha, skrt
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| Woptober, trap shit
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| Zaytoven |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 8 Mile , by - Zaytoven. Song from the album GucTiggy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп