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作曲 : Davis, Dotson |
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Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash |
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I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass |
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Gucci Mane make a ***** wear a *****t bag |
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Actin bad like a kid at |
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Six Flags |
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I'll send some slugs at yo' ***** ass |
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In my hood ain't no love for yo' ***** ass |
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Fifty pounds in the trash bag |
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Anybody move then that ***** gettin blast at |
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Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks |
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*****z trippin talkin 'bout |
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Gucci bring the money back |
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Half a brick and |
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I'm breakin that |
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I'm in the trap where the junkies at |
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I'm gettin fat, ***** a jumpin jack |
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Zay' drop a track the whole industry be jockin that |
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I'll put a hole in your stocking cap |
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Work ya like a ***** at the |
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Body Tap I stay strapped, blow you off the map |
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*****z hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap [Chorus] |
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Uhhhh... I'm from the hood |
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I'll punch your lights out |
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I took your jewelry, now |
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I'm iced out (icy icy) |
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Gucci Mane got that 'caine in |
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I swear I never tuck my chain in |
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You just a thug gettin traded |
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I'm a thug entertainin |
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Really I'm a street ***** |
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That chopper on the seat, ***** |
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All ready for that beef, ***** |
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Yo, Gucci gotta eat, ***** |
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I guess I'll see you when |
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I see you ***** |
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I wouldn't wanna be you ***** |
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Now ain't that like a ***** |
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Tryin to sound like a ***** |
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A lover not a fighter ***** |
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But let me see yo' lighter ***** [Chorus] |
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You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm |
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I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs |
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Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones |
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In tha club puttin on like "I'm Dapper Don" |
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Yours truly, young |
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Gucci all |
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I do is hustle hard |
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Never had credit but used my 2000 |
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Mastercard |
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Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard |
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Gucci Mane on the block again and |
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I'm cookin ya boys |
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It's that grown man *****t, ***** bring all the toys |
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When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge |
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Bring the whole entourage, see she thinkin you hard |
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And watch how quick |
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I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge |
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Uhhh... Gucci |
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Mane on the track ***** |
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Zaytoven on the track ***** |
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Big Cat, Laflare ***** |
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I'm the lawnmower man, ***** [Chorus] |