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Yeah. It's Gucci. Body Coca-Cola. Bend that thing over and clap it like Dania. We went from the bed to the floor, We on the sofa. She got my attention, Gucci stand up like a Soldier, I told you. Bad shit out East Atlanta, the money turn her To a dancer. Damn, she too hot to handle. Damn, she ain't got no manners. Bad bitch from Candler Road, tat right by her Camel toe. Caught her at the Amaco on Gresham Road, lil' shawty cold. Cold, cold, cold, woah. We fucked at the Starlight, beat that pussy all Night. Woah, woah, woah, woah. Gucci don't discriminate, I got bitches all types. Bad white shit from Oregon, dick all in her Organs. All she ask for more and more, You'd think that hoe from New Orleans. Bad lil' bitch from cross the border. She bougie, but she loyal. If I get jammed, send the lawyer. Got all my bitches spoiled. From Mexico to Boston, she don't pop out often. You'd think she in the WNBA the way she Ballin'. Got a foreign bitch, don't speak English, But it's really no need for talkin'. And her booty so big, she standin' still but It's shakin' like she walkin'. Body Coca-Cola. Bend that thing over and clap it like Dania. We went from the bed to the floor, We on the sofa. She got my attention, Gucci stand up like a Soldier, I told you. Bad shit out East Atlanta, the money turn her To a dancer. Damn, she too hot to handle. Damn, she ain't got no manners. Bad bitch from Candler Road, tat right by her Camel toe. Caught her at the Amaco on Gresham Road, lil' shawty cold.
Gucci Mane — Cold
«Cold» — Gucci Mane. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:10.
