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