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letra de too loyal - gucci mane & waka flocka flame

mr. zone 6’er, rock two pistols (bow) [2x]
f-cked three sisters, iced out crystals
mi-mr. zone 6’er, mi-mr. zoner 6’er

[gucci mane]
i’m too hood, i’m too turnt (turnt)
ain’t been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
mr. zone 6’er, rock two pistols (bow)
f-cked three sisters, iced out crystals
tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (pow)
f-ckin b-tches every show, one for the cheese
two for the ki’s, three’s for the p’s, four for the o.g.’s
i’m so sleaze i hit your main squeeze (geah)
rollin on 30’s, like you rollin on d’s (wow)
it big gucci goo-wop
in the south top beemer—that’s convertible top

[gucci mane]
i’m too f-ckin loyal; you too f-ckin spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high ,them boys are high, them boys are high
we ballin out, we ballin out, we ballin out, i’m too f-ckin loyal

[waka flocka flame]
they said i’m steamin, i’m bubblin, from the fire up
you got loud better fire it up
call me a one-hit wonder i’ll switch my flow up
drop “no hands” with roscoe dash, now i’ve blowin up
i’m (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
‘caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)
higher than a motherf-cker i smoked ’bout a pound
i love to throw hundreds screamin stripper b-tch drown!
girls all around me run me down
i drink, go bomb, [?] me round
pants down, brick squad we the sh-t
waka flocka flame the 2011 [?] mitch

i’m too f-ckin loyal; you too f-ckin spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high ,them boys are high, them boys are high
we ballin out, we ballin out, we ballin out, i’m too f-ckin loyal

[slim dunkin]
brick squad young’n
catch me with a groupie chick, i be on my groupie sh-t
hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie fl!ck
bang bang, skeet skeet, st-rdy pete, blew the crib
dumped out the flag f-ck, coolin with the stewardess
ho like oh my god, look in my garage
this ain’t no facade, sleepwalkin on them bars
i got me on free, link get me the z
red bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
money i’mma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
shoot a hundred bet a hundred cr-pped out and redo it
it ain’t nuttin to a boss n-gga, put down
i’m so f-ckin loyal gucci tellin me to sit down

i’m too f-ckin loyal; you too f-ckin spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high, them boys are high,them boys are high
we ballin out, we ballin out, we ballin out, i’m too f-ckin loyal

- gucci mane waka flocka flame

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