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letra de show a young nigga - gucci mane

hook (x2)
show a little young n-gg- some,
i can show little young n-gg- some!
show a little young n-gg- some,
i can show little young n-gg- some!
i can fund a young n-gg-, got 100 young n-gg-s
that’s 100 young n-gg-s getting money
well come hang with my young n-gg-s,
og’s ay right under!

jackpot, trap spot, crack rock, dues pot
too hot, 2pac, rob you wit you own block
new watch, blue draw, with no top i’m so hot
all my shows sold out, my b-tch got her toes out
ten stripper, seven out of ten got so many shots
a n-gg- got all locked, i need to send a b-tch a green dot
she feeling like a’ fiend when the lean hot
all my lean jacket pine, buy or bring that clean out
i got big old diamond rings,
man, they look just like wedding rings
hold another up, use a runner-up trap king
a bird brain n-gg- go for anything, anything!
air heads, b-tterfly, ice cream, ice cream
but you can’t throw p-ss on me, say it’s lemonade
and you ain’t fooling, i know that chain’
i’m being honest, you so call me it’s your lucky day!
i’m sucker free, don’t need no suckas round me anyway
screw up!

my mother sold dope, grandma yey
my favorite uncle go and he still smoke yey
i sold my uncle dope to dub on his chick date
i know it’s wrong, i pun this id like the next j
i’m smoking weed, i’m tryna forget a couple court dates
gorilla out of jail turned into a cupcake
put a word out, a n-gg- get his cake baked
i told my n-gg-s run a g on yo a’.
gucci got a lot of g’s on me v v v
it’s 2013, i’m still so icy
i heard tipping g’s say that they don’t like me
red bottom gucci, n-gg-, do it just like that!

if you think litter ain’t gold
like aces and rollies is
it’s not a diss but take my gucci clothes off and i’m gucci still
i can’t stop hustling still my mom live where oprah live
i used to drive by and wish i live like holyfield
and f-ck dr. phil, is he bringing up the’?
they say i’m bipolar but my diamonds they sure live
your favorite rapper p-ssy and his shooter’s bis-xual
if you can’t count i’m nearly 100, don’t say you’re on my level, bro!
then call me trap god, i’m a man of god
i was still a trap god at the traveler’s lodge
at the golf i’ve seen all the’
i cut my diamonds like jumbo
now, labels dope so hard
scream!

- gucci mane

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