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letra de gucci mane - gucci the eskimo (sematary happy wheels remix) - sematary

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[intro]
cake ass n-gga
(p-ssy) what up juice? zaytoven

[verse 1]
early in the mornin’, i’m cookin’ a brick
see i ain’t really thinkin’ ’bout you snitches and sh-t
it’s hot as a b-tch but i gives a f-ck
i swag through the six with my pistol tucked
brick boy clique, put your pistols up
so icy on my tag, n-gga, eat my dust
i’m high as a plane and in god i trust
a n-gga try us, then his head is bust
i’m smarter than you n-ggas, that’s how i got my bucks
n-ggas sending threats, like, we gives a f-ck
n-gga probably mad ’cause his budget cut
and i’m in the six screaming “bricks r’ us”, gucci

[chorus]
gucci mane the eskimo, burr, you b-tch
i drop a hundred racks and won’t miss the sh-t
that fake sh-t, that f-ck sh-t, just mess me with
and if you baby-mama died, i would miss the b-tch
gucci mane the eskimo, burr, you b-tch
i drop a hundred racks and won’t miss the sh-t
that fake sh-t, that f-ck sh-t, just mess me with
and if you baby-mama died, i would miss the b-tch
[verse 2]
i’m gangster like al capone or james cady
these rappers ain’t really hard, they just actin’
i sold bricks for real, them white dragons
sixteen to twenty-two-five, i’m high taxin’
depends on what tax bracket or your package
twenty-one-five right now, and i’m happy
it jump twenty-three and i’ma start clappin’
ya folks ain’t workin sh-t, my shop open
i’m on deck, brick with no flex
get snowed in like laguardia airport
got and hundred fifty bricks with no passport
and i’m good for four hundred, i ask for it
you got taxed for it, i pay cash for it
i send out for it, then bring back yorin
you got taxed for it, i pay cash for it
i send out for it, then bring back yorin, choring

[chorus]
gucci mane the eskimo, burr, you b-tch
i drop a hundred racks and won’t miss the sh-t
that fake sh-t, that f-ck sh-t, just mess me with
and if you baby-mama died, i would miss the b-tch
gucci mane the eskimo, burr, you b-tch
i drop a hundred racks and won’t miss the sh-t
that fake sh-t, that f-ck sh-t, just mess me with
and if you baby-mama died, i would miss the b-tch

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