Gucci Mane - Woppenheimer (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Gucci Mane - Woppenheimer (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Broke people like bringin' up
the past, I'm talkin' recently
(What the fuck?)
I know what I did for you,
but what you did for me? (What
you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter
and a son for me (My son)
Shoutout to my brother, down
bad, he made that bond for
me (He made that bond)
Taught me never, ever leave the house
without my gun with me (No)
I remember bein' broke and
kids tried to make fun of
me (To make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe,
it look like a bumblebee (Skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time
because it humbled me (Lord)
Pull up, haters mumblin',
they had a bag and fumbled
it (They fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up
and kept on runnin' it (Go)
Last of a dyin' breed, it
ain't no "I" in "Team"
But it is an "I" in "Win," so
pass the ball to me (Wop)
I don't do much reminiscin',
I'm focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories, but we
weren't really friendly (Nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries,
you can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt, but
I got my eye on them (It's Gucci)
These rappers nowadays, gotta search
'em, might have a wire on 'em
One nigga tried to send the
spot, I dropped the bag on
him (What the fuck?)
One nigga died tryna hit a lick,
died with his mask on him
His gang wasn't even there
to help, died with his flag
on him (It's Gucci)
He was hot in early 2000, but what 'bout
recently? (What 'bout now?)
Long as I'm rich, I'm gon'
be relevant, live decently
(I'm gon' be rich)
This Gucci hate train go,
"Choo-choo," and it don't
bother me (Choo-choo)
I don't want shit from you suckers,
not even an apology (Not even)
Haters keep my name in they
mouth, but won't acknowledge
me (What the fuck?)
These rappers burnt out and
they broke now, I see it,
honestly (I see it)
My nigga went and did a whole dub,
he got out recently (He got out)
But he linked up with a whole
gang of scrubs who won't
compete with me (Damn)
These niggas do ho shit for attention,
they don't got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your
mentions 'cause that ain't street
to me ('Cause that ain't)
These bitches gon' talk 'bout me
forever, I'm somethin' like ecstasy
(I'm somethin' like X)
But I'ma chase the paper, not
pussy, 'cause that's my
specialty (It's Gucci)
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