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Wop, Ah. Siggy, Yeah, Wop, go. My bank account is Zion that's what Gucci be On Your ex-boyfriend a peon I don't even see Him Bad bitch look like Kim house look like A museum Rolex with the diamond gem damn near Cost an M Bitches tellin' other bitches, "Can't believe it's him" White stretch fur like a Motherfuckin' pimp Gigantic stacks, They super fat, but Gucci gettin' slim Wop been In his bag lately, racks been in the gym Shaq stacks, old money, I just broke the rim This cap rap, no trap, you got up or Down Them big facts, gave myself a budget and A deal Been countin' racks, bought some, Some diamonds in the grill Tell MTV to chill They can't come to the crib 'Cause I be Cookin' deuces up on TV, cookin' real Back and Forth from Water Wood, yeah, I was takin' trips Charge a country boy so much, it damn near Made me flip Robbed so many niggas that it Damn near got me killed Sometimes I think of All the shit I did and get the chills So drunk in my '07 '4 like Jesus, Take the wheel Bitches askin' if I might be, No, I'm on the pill I don't gotta say A lot, I have to do a lot, I'm In Nine to ten, these bitches goin' off the Name Don't ever get it twisted, supercalifragilistic I'm that nigga, got these millions off of comin' Off the brain You don't give me no stain I know I'm rich, my bag up high For This water drippin', see this glass? Oh my Know it might look temptin', But look past me by 'Cause you try to Rob me, you know your ass gon' die They Mad I'm gettin' dough, dough, dough, Dough, dough, dough, dough Hate to see me Glow, Glow, glow, glow, glow See somethin', We blow it Don't run up like I'm one Of these niggas 'cause brodie, I'm not Came from Nothin' and turned into somethin' Can't let up right Now, it's too early to stop I know a Couple niggas want me dead And I know a Couple wanna see me pop I know a couple Niggas really fed And I know they hate to See the boy with Wop See me on top, They on my yacht Won't be on shit when I see 'em, just watch How many niggas gon' Diss on the bro 'fore they realize that shit Get you put in a box? Fuck is it Hot? Gotta keep knots When you out, three hundred Thousand the watch I love the feelin', I know I'm that nigga Like look at me right now And tell me I'm not Feelin' my time now To go insane I ran the figures comin' off The brain Feel like they missed me, Rookie of The Year Other than I've been goin' insane Been In pain, know they throw dirt on my name That shit just a part of the game Nothin' The same, no more coolin' by my gun That Shit just a part of the fame I don't Gotta say a lot, I have to do a Lot, I'm in Nine to ten, these bitches goin' Off the name Don't ever get it twisted, Supercalifragilistic I'm that nigga, Got these millions off of comin' off the brain You don't give me no stain I know I'm Rich, my bag up high For this water drippin', See this glass? Oh my Know it might look Temptin', but look past me by 'Cause you try To rob me, you know your ass gon' die Mad I'm gettin' dough, Dough, dough, dough, Dough Hate to see me glow, Glow, glow, glow, Glow
Gucci Mane, Lil Tjay — Hot Winter Freestyle (feat. Lil Tjay)
«Hot Winter Freestyle (feat. Lil Tjay)» — Gucci Mane, Lil Tjay. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:23.
