Gucci Mane — Story
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Story Gucci Mane04:06
Текст песни: Story
Story Lyrics[Intro: Gucci Mane] Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop Can't keep bein broke Well I was standing on, across the [?] Dawg, who gone, you know, hah Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest nigga, hah I ain't taking no bitch out, I'm taking niggas off (catch up) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got 25 pints in my boot bag 25 ounces of that OG gas I got a mall full of young niggas, OG man And I'm a paper route boy, and Young Dolph fan I got the pretty white squares with the dragons I made half a mil betting on the falcons And I still giving dope to your daddy Call me unc 'cuz you know I fuck your mammy 26 and straight eight, with the head back Getting head from your momma with a jimmy Red fours on a red and black bentley Crip blue fortune looking just like panties Overweight nigga but I'm riding on skinnies Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20 I at least made 20 mil along i20 20 years old yeah 20 fucking licks 20 year old gucci 20 year old bitch 80 rows and I'm 30 years old With the suicide doors and a ride or die bitch Got a call from a nigga said "daddy wanna please me" Tell me where you wanna come then so he can meet me Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street Ain't no nigga gon' jump me, a nigga gon' chump me [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Just got a call that my dawg got some static, (word) Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah) It's the part of the game where shit's getting tragic Nigga say he got problems we gotta let him have it Bought a couple AK's and a couple carbines, (ey) My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (fuck) He wrong or he right bitch we shootin on sight Burn your main man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight (bye-bye) Thanks to breaking down these bails I done lived the good life, (yeah) We out in Vegas partying like ain't shit happened Out here fucking with these bitches tryna see what hapnin I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion I had to leave ain't got no time for no question askin' Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin' Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxson [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm the type a nigga that'll shoot you in public Ran into a nigga that i robbed in Publix I said I heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought I wouldn't up it Up the tone on him now he runnin through the Publix Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought I was gonna bust him I ain't give shit back that is not up for discussion You shoulda known zone 6 boys ain't to be trusted I pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a cutlass If the nigga hit a roast than the pussy nigga lucky I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket Yeah I rob your homeboy but i ain't motherfucking ducking If you see me in the club, better keep on trucking 'cuz these niggas on that fuck shit and I ain't with that fuckery Got a pistol on me dawg, man, yea its the Crest in me Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me It was 1998 when I first learned the recipe I was buying dope, cook, man those fuckers was catching me Hit 6 licks quick, man the lord he was blessing me Got a carbine and a tec, got a whole lotta weaponry Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy Big cat pulled a move, man a nigga was finessin But I broke off and got a million on my own, professionally Made my first, second mill put that pistol on that Mexican
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