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letra de story - gucci mane

[verse 1:]
i got 25 pipes in my book bag
25 ounces of that og gag
i got a mouthful of y’all n-ggas og bag
and i’m a paper round 1 and y’all not fed
i got the pretty ice gl-ss with the dragons
i made a half of mil made out of fan kits
and i still get the dough to your daddy
coming on cause you know i f-ck your mamy
26 is great 8 with the headbag
can’t hear from your mama what a g bag
red 4’s on already black bentley
crib blue forging lookin just like pentley
on way n-gga but i rhyme on the schemeless
just hit a l!ck so i’m finna spend plenty
pop up in the club i ain’t thought up in the 20
i at least made 20 mil on i 20
20 year old, hit 20 f-cking l!cks
30 years old gucci 20 year old b-tch
acting roze at 30 years old
suicide dogs, i don’t wanna die b-tch
got a call from my n-ggas said daddy what a bleach
tell me where you wanna come that’s where he will be
pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh
and a n-gga gon jump me, a n-gga gon jump

[verse 2:]
just got a call and my dog got some steady
get the car keys and the chopper’s out the alley
this the part of the game where sh-t gets tragic
n-gga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it
all a couple ak’s and a couple cars
with my dog been robbin’ now we got a couple problems
he wrong or he right, b-tch we shoot on sight
burn your man’s house down the next morning catch a flight
check ’em out her hope he told his family good night
out in vegas partying like it ain’t sh-t happened
out here f-cking with these b-tches tryin to see what happenin
i hate b-tch -ss n-ggas with a p-ssion
i had to leave ain’t got time for no question asking
feet kicked up smoking and relaxing
shoot a n-gga -ss out, john paxen

[verse 3:]
i’m the type of n-gga will shoot you in public
rather to a n-gga that i robbed in the public
i said i heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject
had that p-ssy in my breeze said he thought i went epic
up in told all day riding through the public
somebody called the police cause they thought i was gonna bust them
i ain’t get sh-t bad that is not out for discussion
they say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted
but love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies
if your n-gga had a roast then the p-ssy n-gga lucky
i might pull up in a rolls royce and pull up in a bucket
ye i rob your home boy but i ain’t motherf-cking ducking
if you see me in the club better keep on trucking
cause these n-ggas on the f-ck sh-t and they ain’t with the f-ck around
got a pistol with you dog and here it’s the crystal
matter of fact 2 pistols can’t let you get the pistol
you made it i was 8 when i first learned to wrestle
i was bind on cook, man those f-ckers was catching
get silly squick, man the law he was blessing
got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry
how the bed how the dough where i go off the extasy
can’t pull a move maybe n-gga was finessing
but i broke off and got it bigger on professionally
then my first second mil put that p-ssy along that m-ssacre

- gucci mane

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