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作词 : Radric Davis |
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作曲 : Radric Davis |
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[Verse 1] |
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I could sprinkle you with game, but you just too ****in' lame |
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I can put you up on something, but you still wouldn’t learn nothing |
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You know the game is to be sold mane, and not for you lames mane |
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I spent half of my life nigga sellin' crack ******* |
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I’m a victim of the **** game, I don’t like to name names |
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I don’t like to name drop, I just like ******* drops |
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All I do is drop tops, man I’m so god damn hot |
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If you got a old car, then go get a new one |
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If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns |
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Got a ***** so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons |
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I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use A Coupon |
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Baby got that slow dome, my trap like a group home |
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I’m bad with niggas, but I’m good with *****es |
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Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious |
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Rag to riches, no pot to piss in |
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Three years goin' I ain’t seen no Christmas |
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Six months goin' I ain’t seein' no drought |
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Work so good they don’t ever get slow |
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Burglar bar doors on all my houses |
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I’mma put hardwood on all of my floors |
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[Hook] |
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Dog a *****, drag a *****, so bad I need a damn collar |
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Pimp nigga, ain’t turnin' shit down but my damn collar |
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Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar |
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Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar |
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Dog a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn collar |
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Pimp nigga, I ain't turnin' down shit but my damn collar |
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Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn collar |
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Gucci Mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar |
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[Verse 2] |
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Hit the club I'm clean as hell, but yeah I got them dirty dollars |
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Drag a ***** so bad I need a god damn dog collar |
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Pull up in three Phantoms like I’m Creflo damn Dollar |
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And if your ***** with me, no need to call, don’t even bother |
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Limpin', screamin', pimpin', turn my trap to a damn brothel |
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Deep dishs pizzas on my chargers, tryna dodge every pothole |
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You ain’t gotta worry bout your ***** cuz your boy got her |
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Said she want some ****, then guess what she gon' get a whole lot of |
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Knock her, then I think I need a god damn El Dorado |
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Big face Rollie, keep it rolling, for I leave you holy moly |
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I’m golden, call me goldie |
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Can’t none of these **** niggas hold me |
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I’m a young nigga but I OG |
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Y'all bout to turn me to the old me |
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And no OC, I could OD cuz I drink so much damn ******* |
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I’m solo, no Co-De |
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And this Mac 11 is my homie's |
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I'm up ain't talkin' bout mollies |
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I'm up ain't talkin' bout coffee |
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Don’t give a damn about you nigga and don’t give a damn about them police |
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[Hook] |
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Dog a *****, drag a *****, so bad I need a damn collar |
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Pimp nigga, ain’t turnin' shit down but my damn collar |
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Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar |
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Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar |
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Dog a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn collar |
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Pimp nigga, I ain't turnin' down shit but my damn collar |
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Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn collar |
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Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar |