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letra de lifers - gucci mane

[intro: key glock, gucci mane & lil yachty]
(30, you a motherf-ckin’ fool, n-gga)
glock (huh?)
yeah (huh?), yeah, yeah (wop)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i heard my buddy went out bad, but i’m nothin’ like my buddy ‘nem (well, d-mn)
he went out sad, it made me mad, now i can’t even f-ck with him (wow)
them suckers them, what’s up with them? i buck on them, scuff up them timbs
petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them
cripple n-gga, sh-tbag, wheelchairs, i humble them
bullets get to flippin’ and fumblin’ and tumblin’
“gucci mane, hey let’s jump him,” n0body jumpin’ him (no)
one man, two handguns, that’s what you up against
my right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
from whippin’ dope in my long-johns, i made it jump again
i don’t know where you from, holme, but you best come again
ain’t n0body sold more dope than me but mexicans (it’s gucci, wop)

[verse 2: key glock]
haha, ayy, i just broke my thumb again
yeah, i been runnin’ up my money, i can’t run up out a win
yup, i was runnin’ wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen’
and i still hold it down too, my mama ain’t raise no d-mn fool
yeah, i’m big glock, i do big sh-t, boy, i ain’t nothin’ like you
i’m flexin’ hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue
i pull up in the rolls or maybach and i’m just twenty-two
they like, “how the f-ck he get that?” sh-t, i been gettin’ to it
trappin’ and rappin’ and makin’ moves, yeah, b-tch, i been makin’ moves
yeah, stuntin’ too hard, i had to play it cool
mama told me them boys ain’t cool
glizock and wizzop a terrible two
yeah, b-tch, we a terrible two
this watch right here cost a lam’ truck, but
sh-t, i think i want a lam’ truck too
[interlude: foogiano & key glock]
sh-t for real, n-gga
n-gga ain’t play with this one, man (nothin’)
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? mob (yeah)

[verse 3: foogiano]
more money, more problems
i don’t give a f-ck, i keep a revolver
if you got a problem, know i’ma solve ’em
ain’t heard ’bout me, then n-gga, go search your browser
i was posted up on joe brown for real
we was robbers, we wasn’t workin’ no deal
smokin’ gas, that sh-t be loud like malia
n-ggas talkin’, but they know what it is, huh?
i got them crooked rows (crooked), and i got them shotguns
i got them gangster n-ggas, and they got them big guns
i got them ogs, yeah, they ridin’ with me, and they gon’ k!ll somethin’
and i got them pirus, b-tch, they ain’t gon’ spare nothin’, nah

[verse 4: ola runt]
plug just sent a text, they in
call my country boy, they gone
1017, ola, we on
sippin’ act’, don’t do patrón
chain said burr, re-up, make it disappear
on that pimp c, talkin’ slurred
pop a perc’, my vision blurry
my b-tch petite
patek philippe
h-llcat motor in my jeep
talkin’ bars, i charge a fee
took an ’05 banger beat

- gucci mane

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