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letra de all this gwop - french montana

[intro: french montana and gucci mane]
c-ke boys in the building
how are you? i’m good
montana, boy
zone 6 in here
zay’s my producer buddy
it’s gucci
you know what we talkin bout, n-gg-
french montana

[chorus: gucci mane]
no one took no chances on me, and i can’t stop
all this gwop, i got the girl spoiled rotten
i treat her like a toddler, she’s talkin’ like my daughter
all i do is spoil her, she know that i’m a baller
she told my that she was bored, so i told her to go shoppin’
all this gwop, i got the girl spoiled rotten
she told my that she was bored, so i told her to go shoppin’
all this gwop, i got the girl spoiled rotten

[verse 1: french montana]
i’m a g, baby
three ladies
holla at me, on the freeway
hit they mouth like a pre-k
face on the watch froze, breakin’ out
taking out
own enough ice, you’ll be staying out
homie fly birds
blaze, french, done made it
introduced me to the game, now i play it
homie i’m a baller, you spoil her
she told me you don’t talk when you call her
this b-tch is out of order
she wanted these sticks
wait, i gotta get you home, it’s kinda late
a playa gotta escape
homie can’t front
i see through the front
homie that’s straight cash i stunt with

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’m in my pretty red thing, with my centerfold up
the battle of the bands in my godd-mn trunk
the battle of the bands in my godd-mn pants
real bands worth 20 grand, there’s 20 more bands
my girlfriend cl-ssy, she don’t want no tall can
i drink mine out the bottle, she prefers out the gl-ss
i never had a problem with them feeling on her -ss
cause i’m gucci mane, i’m flattered, though they try that, i’m gon blast
i know it sound c-cky, but i’m better than her last
i never met that n-gg-, but he not gucci mane
see baby you the coach, and you should put me in
if i [?], baby, you should put me on the bench
it’s gucci!

[verse 3: gucci mane]
40 racks in the club, you know how we ball
chest iced out, women full of alcohol
pockets got the mumps, i got my swag from a boss
i ain’t kris kross, but when i come, i make them b-tches jump
[?] my breakfast and my lunch, but i won’t make it for dinner
’cause i’m in my new ride, half a bird in my trunk
i’m puffin on some stunk, lookin for a cutie pie
-ss sittin’ higher than the sixes on a [?]
i don’t like her att-tude, baby show some grat-tude
i’m lookin’ for a bunny that i can give a karat to (ring her)
baby i will carey you
i dropped thirty-thousand and i still don’t wanna marry you

- french montana

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