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letra de gucci & trinidad - gucci mane

[intro: gucci mane]
holdin’ up holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up…

[verse 1: gucci mane]
my main b-tch, her anklet
‘bout the same size of a ankle monitor
if a diva late one time i’mma put her -ss on probation
i’mma give her two scratches
she’s a f-ckin’ good woman, i’mma give her a life
i’mma walk by shinin’ with a b-tch
aye, say i had enough in my life
i got 80 chains, i got 100 rings
and a n-gga can’t take my ice
caught a murder charge, but i beat the sh-t
‘cause a n-gga tried to take my life
i’m a millionaire, but i’m a country boy
and my right hand man got a tonka toy
i sell, charge, i’m servin’ boy
major saver, i’m the golden boy
and i serve the p-ss like lawyer milloy
poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the sh-t
talkin’ that sh-t, now you shot in the head
brick squad n-ggas don’t shoot in the leg
shouts to our fallen, i ball till i fall, and
the neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared
a white girl, a black girl, a h-ll of a mix
rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my d-ck
on my chain is a tag team
all my n-ggas gettin’ money
you can get tied, then tagged then me and your freak’ll start f-ckin’
got two choppers, it’s a tag team
four bad b-tches and it’s all to me
had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9x17s
oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
i ain’t have time, i was grindin’ real hard
people goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but belive it or not, b-tch, i gotta thank the lord
ballin’ so hard when i came out of jail
now i’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up
sippin’ on lean ‘til i throw up
what you want to be when you grow up?

[verse 2: gucci mane]
y’all scooted in my team
flockaveli that’s my shooter
r.i.p to my n-gga dunk
think about your -ss every day
momma called, said she need some money
sent her ten bands and it made her smile
child nude, no shoes
got to get him those new trews
mail your head to your mama
hide your body in a restaurant
n-gga wasn’t sh-t anyway
playin’ around with my awards
gucci mane is a cool dude
but a n-gga might turn into a werewolf
got a stash box and it’s all hundreds
and your ceo ain’t worth nothin’
made a half a mil’ in three weeks
gucci mane, i’m a blessed man
i’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man
these f-cked n-ggas keep tryin’ to hold me back
matter of fact, n-gga slow down
when you drivin’ in the ‘lac, you gon’ spill my ‘gnac
like pinky, n-gga, i’m big and black
rock so many chains it gon hurt my neck

[verse 3: trinidad james]
trinidad and gucci mane
i said trinidad and gucci mane
i’m turnt up, f-ck off
trinidad and gucci mane
i said trinidad and gucci mane
i’m turnt up, f-ck off
i said trinidad and gucci mane
trinidad and gucci mane
them p-ssy n-gga call me trinidad
them bad hoes call me tj
i got a girlfriend in magic city
and a side b-tch in the blue flame
her p-ssy bomb as saddam hussein, p-ssy n-gga
gucci needed me for a verse
call me up, n-gga tap me in
this verse here, a tragedy
bad b-tches they after me
only buy molly from rich hoes
‘cause these broke hoes be taxin’ me
got a problem with it?
do somethin’ ‘bout it
bomb squad like “hoorah!”
real n-ggas call gucci
but these hoes call “guwop”

[hook: gucci mane]
guwop guwop guwop, n-gga
all these hoes screamin’ guwop, n-gga
guwop guwop guwop, n-gga
all these hoes screamin’ guwop, n-gga
guwop guwop guwop, n-gga
guwop guwop guwop, n-gga
guwop guwop guwop, n-gga
all these hoes screamin’ guwop, n-gga
i said trinidad and gucci mane
i’m turnt up, f-ck off
i said trinidad and gucci mane
i’m turnt up, f-ck off
i said trinidad and gucci mane
i’m turnt up, f-ck off
i said trinidad and gucci mane
trinidad and gucci mane…

- gucci mane

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