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Thirty, you a motherfucking fool, nigga. Huh? These bitch-ass niggas act like they be on they Period or something. I don't play with niggas, Period, get hit with the drum. Ain't no mystery, my heart black like Black History Month. I show no sympathy, I have them people Searching for months. Cut off his legs. Chopper hit it and it knocked off his knees. Cut off his head. Cut it off and bring That shit back to me. Cut off his dreads. Heard they did it in The middle of the street. I made him famous, R. I. P., I put that boy on TV. Eleven Alive, Fox 5, Channel 2, BET. Why would Gucci pay you when he could Do it for free? I'm too real for broke Bitches, I ain't fucking for free. I don't need these broke bitches, man, these hoes Need me. Born in Bessemer, Alabama, The worst place in the world for a Black Family to raise a little boy and girl. If you ain't talking about money, then quit talking To me. Cash rules everything around 1017. Okay. Yeah, been through it all. I gotta go hard. Win, lose, or draw. I cannot get caught up in opinions and thoughts. I cannot get throwed off, I just got to Go off. Trips to the dealership, Trips to the vault. Checks in the mail, Make it flip, somersault. I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed Off. Okay, Okay. 1017, it's a scary thing. 1317, take over everything. Name hold weight beyond measuring. White chalk tape, we murder every scene. Came from the trench, not the trap, Though. Real music left, we brought it back, Though. Gotta put the streets on our back more. Gotta put the city on the map more. Q and Guwop on attack mode. Ride on you niggas like a RAV4. Niggas talking down from the back, though. Tell 'em take a picture, it'll last, though. I'm not no blue collar criminal, so I don't Do subliminal. I drop a check and board the Jet onto another Eminem. I ain't got no spare time, I ain't on That square time. My Richard Mille milli really Don't use it to tell time. My young niggas sharp, but treat big niggas like They small fries. MAC-11 with the chicken nugs and They super sized. Guwop got a real mind, People call him Einstein. I make money in my spare time, but I Ain't got no spare dimes. Yeah, been through it all. I gotta go hard. Win, lose, or draw. I cannot get caught up in opinions and thoughts. I cannot get throwed off, I just got to Go off. Trips to the dealership, Trips to the vault. Checks in the mail, Make it flip, somersault. I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed Off. Okay
Gucci Mane, Quentin Miller — Win, Lose or Draw (feat. Quentin Miller)
«Win, Lose or Draw (feat. Quentin Miller)» — Gucci Mane, Quentin Miller. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:49. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
