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letra de gotta get it - gucci mane

[verse 1: gucci mane]
[?], jewelry, and interviews
earings, outfits, new whips, and tennis shoes
my girl, mariah carry with the hairdo
08 baby, but i’m 09 camero
iced out [?]
woke up this morning in a mansion
jumped up with a bad b-tch, start laughing
started balling, living the day like it’s my last
but i don’t think so, cause i started blessing
cars real clean, but the whip game nasty
ugly ass n-gga, but i pulled up in a phantom
might be ugly, but my car is real handsome
(it’s gucci!)

[chorus: bankroll fresh]
its twenty-five for a half, twenty-four for a ho n-gga
this the drought season, everybody work the stove
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
country n-gga get texts, and fl!cks for his set
i’m laughing at him, causе he can’t get it back
gotta get it up
gotta gеt it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
[verse 2: bankroll fresh]
[?]
junky can’t hit the fence, but come test the dope for me
got a couple bands, the stash is still grocery
good dope come in this week, well sh-t, hopefully
can’t ask a n-gga, cause i ain’t down with that friend sh-t
but i’m ready to eat, like school time with lunches
got rock-solid, yeah don’t f-ck with that crunk sh-t
shawty with the 62., went to 1-1-1-6
got all white bricks, you might cop six
on the way home, he on the phone with [?]
hard time trappin’, that n-gga just got tricked
laughing at them lame n-ggas, ha ha ha, b-tch

[chorus: bankroll fresh]
its twenty-five for a half, twenty-four for a ho n-gga
this the drought season, everybody work the stove
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
country n-gga get texts, and fl!cks for his set
i’m laughing at him, cause he can’t get it back
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
gotta get it up
[verse 3: gucci mane]
who is this? who is this?
that boy, you sold a dummy brick
flip me for one-twenty, gucci, can you give me something [?]
i ain’t giving nothing, ‘lil boy, no more money spent
gone, i done f-cked it all, you can get a hundred dose
matter fact don’t call my phone, cause [?]
if you needed gas, swear you couldn’t get a hundred gallons
gucci mane laflare, feel like beefing with a hundred ho’s
f-ck n-ggas acting like they hard, they get their car [?]
tied to a [?] exhaust, [?]
swimming with them fishes pull them up, they’ll be your souvenir
country n-gga coming up, by twenty with a bag of money
devil on my shoulder and he telling me to take it from you

- gucci mane

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