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letra de any thing - gucci mane

(intro)
you can tell me
he can tell me, she can tell me, no…

(hook)
you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
now you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
getting licks, want 2 or 3?
bricks they go for cheap, shall we meet? i got what you need
what you wanna get 2 or 3? n-gg- f-ck with me
i be in the dope game
and i can say ya any thing
that boy, that price too high, he a liar, he can’t f-ck with me
gucci mane got fire, i got fire, come and f-ck with me

(verse)
trap back full of this sh-t, that b-tch so ugly, can’t get er to pull up this sh-t
trigger be on my d-ck, that b-tch so slick, i might just sue a b-tch
trap house born so hard, they can make me ignore it, i might just move this b-tch
lost 200 grams, i’m water whippin, need some better bricks
pete my new sh-t, gucci mane glue brick, i’m so slick when a brick be 2 bricks
cooler than a penguin in a cooler with a lot of juice
shawty swallow, yea ya daughter, and she use a lot of spit
i’m mr million dollar d-ck, and i can pluck you by the b-tch
you better pay me in full, a n-gg- fully auto
before i’ll have yo black -ss burned like charcoal
manhunt for me just like chapo
and french montana can buy my swag but i’m still head hancho

(verse)
sellin bone out the f-ckin boat, i just broke the boat
serve yo head fore i serve a hoe, i just broke the stove
just drop on the f-ckin spot, need another spot
i get talk, can a n-gg- talk? gucci mane got gwop
drop my top wit yo main b-tch, d-mn she off the leash
got her mean lookin like that in jeans then she pour my lean
try to refrain from smoking the grain cuz it f-ck my friends
my b-tch take me or the f-ckin lean, i chose the codeine
b-tch go ahead and leave, hold you leave my key
you can take this bullsh-t cuz it means nothing to me
said she ain’t got nothing on you, b-tch he ain’t got nothing on me
and matter of fact, b-tch where that pan at cuz you ain’t my cup of tea

(verse)
if i can talk yo pridna and i fidna
i got fit enough for you wouldn’t i?
take a wifi, put it at midnight
take another one, fire turn to hercules
and buy that b-tch a burgunbe
you know that b-tch gon burn for me
the all blue bentley bew, i drop the top, they papa smurfin me
you think bout lil like nerf, you wanna turf
and you not worth a f-ckin thing, i think you cursed
my ice is water, you can surf
yea yea yea you can surf, that’s what it’s worth
what’s that lil darts? 3 hunned spent on a shirt
yo b-tch wanna go berserk
on this stick, i bring the stick, wussup look to it
i left my sungl-sses on the table, came from eagles like my victim
i got like sip is just controlling me like a motherf-ckin district
i drink that lean, i got that fisk, yea i got that fisk yea just like this b-tch

- gucci mane

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