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letra de still selling dope (remix) - gucci mane

[hook: gucci mane]
still sellin’ dope, still sellin’ dope
i got bricks all in my wall, man i live with the c0ke
still sellin’ dope, still sellin’ dope
f-ck your plug, come shop with me, got deals on the dope
still sellin’ dope, still sellin’ dope
i sold a million records but i’m still sellin’ dope
still sellin’ dope, still sellin’ dope
i got a good price on them thangs, that’s if you really want some work

[verse 1: gucci mane]
metro on the beat
metro pcs, i make a half a mil’ a week
cash smell like cocaina, got febreeze for all my cheese
and i care less ’bout what you think of me, it’s 40k to link with me
15k to drink with me, 10 bands just to smoke with me
prayin’ to the trap god that this boss don’t get knocked, hopefully
50 bands, hammer pants, watch that fine ho dance for me
no this not my fetish b-tch, but i got ice all over me
extendo make my pants sag lower than they ‘posed to
and i’m runnin’ for another term, n-gga come and vote for me
remote control for your girl, hit a b-tton and she squirt for me
f-cked her out and catch a nut, i quit cause b-tch you overworkin’ me

[verse 2: fetty wap]
when a brick was twenty-six, it got me godd-mn rich
taught me how to flip a pack and move them godd-mn bricks
boy if you ain’t gettin’ no money, go hit a godd-mn l1ck
i rep 12 and 22nd for my n-ggas slanging bricks
it’s zoowap from the bando, boy this ain’t what you want
rubber grip on my handle, i crush your -ss for fun
not anywhere i can’t go, i pull up where i want
anything is on the counter it’s like fetty tryna stunt
everyone in my camp go, four others got a gun
don’t you think that we’re lackin’, the chopper’s in the trunk
hear that sh-t when it’s blastin’, i love the way it dump
used to sleep in the trap house, wake up next to my gun

[verse 3: lil reese]
i got a good price on that lil’ thang if you really want some work
all my n-ggas from the 6, 6-4, they put in work
man these f-ck n-ggas so lame, man, we gon’ stain them first
take him down for his chain, man, we gon’ stain them first
i’ma hit ’em where it hurt, hit ’em where it hurt
f-ck around with me, boy we shoot sh-t first
gu-gu-gucci and reese that’s a cl-ssic verse
hating on the gang, man, it might get worse
catch a n-gga lackin’, it could get worse
skurrt! the phantom so fast it get worse
still sellin’ dope, f-ck a n-gga ho
one night the b-tch, ‘cuz i can’t wife a ho

- gucci mane

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