Gucci Mane - Rumors (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Gucci Mane - Rumors (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Them niggas get on y'all ass, y'all
play with me like I ain't worse
Tryna gossip up the blogs like y'all
ain't said my name first
He a junkie, he ain't shot his
gun yet, he blame Percs
Shot a video and had a shootout
in the same shirt
What you know about popping out and
trying to hit they face first?
They like Smurk, "Your ass be tripping,
better put your case first"
Choking who? I heard them rumors,
niggas better play slow
I don't want no niggas who you catch,
I want the one I paid for
We on his ass, he in the A, you
see how long they stay for
Ain't no hotel room, we pop outside
the Hyatt with dracos
Hellcats, they get off any scene,
the police chase those
Trolling ass, we shot your homie,
we ain't know he can take those
If I say your name, don't post it,
opps be on all kind of shit
Ain't got time to watch your page
to see if niggas died or shit
I know bitches set you up, literally,
niggas dying to hit
In this industry, ain't what it
seem, this shit be counterfeit
Ain't no lacking, she say I'm a nigga
from the trenches with a accent
Why you asking me who shot your
homie, why you asking?
You got my number, you post shit on
the 'Gram, you moving backwards
You lucky I don't be doing shit for
the 'Gram, you niggas cowards
Better not believe no rumors,
rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on the school bus
and I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act',
I never drunk a cooler
They get your location, they
might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy ass jumped in the
streets? His ass a hooper
I know this shit don't matter,
I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement, he
gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning, wake him
up, that boy a rooster (Go)
He took it to trial, I tried to tell
him it was stupid (I knew it)
They gave him so much time, his knees
got weak and he was woozy (Damn)
Watch the shit you say, the feds be
listening to the music (Woah)
And they gon' take your lyrics and
build a case and try to use it
D.A. dropped my murder, didn't have
evidence to prove it (Nah)
I think my house is haunted, yeah, by
who? The ghost of Pookie (Woah)
He ain't killed nobody but keep rapping
about the shootings (Pussy)
Still ain't got revenge yet but
keep making up excuses (Wow)
Cuz done drank so much lean that his
gut got big as Gucci's (Lean)
Told him quit while he ahead
and don't go out like
Whitney Houston (Huh?)
He got caught without it, now they
robbing him for his rubies (Woah)
He wouldn't give it up so he got buried
in his Cuban (It's Gucci)
I jumped on the school bus,
and I had brung a Ruger
Catch him in the morning, wake
him up, that boy a rooster
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