Gucci Mane - Pissy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Pissy (en) Lyrics
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(Hey, Will)
(Will, what that is?)
Well, damn
(Do you not get the Koncept?)
Takin' all facts, grandma raised
me, I'm from the Westside
where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits,
I got Elliott like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the
corners off, it ain't no
way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I
got the yellow stones and my
wrist and ring, it look pissy
Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes
Show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots
and pans come with residue
All my young niggas know
is some revenue
I'm Anthony Davis when he
was at the Pelicans
I don't pull up to court
for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was lookin' around for the
baddest of bitches, so I
had to go out and vet it
If they say they want smoke, I got
all of the Glocks 'cause back
then, I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you
ain't my relative
The outside of the coupe
black like melanin
I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian 'cause
I got some Australians
Takin' all facts, Grandma raised
me, I'm from the Westside
where it get sticky
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got
the yellow stones and my wrist
and ring, it look pissy (Go)
Big yellow Cuban on and
it's pissy (Ugh)
Rock big blue stones like
I'm Nipsey (Nip')
I pop champagne 'til I'm tipsy (Huh)
Still be spendin' M's in
my sixties (Well, damn)
Please don't try the 'Wop
'cause it's risky
Ain't no mystery in my history (No)
Had to turn that boy into
Swiss cheese (Grrah)
Hit with that switchy, shoot
'til it's empty (Go)
Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), ball like
Zion before the injury (Ballin')
I ain't broke, you can't fix
me (Nah), havin' power,
feelin' like 50 (50)
Eastside of the city where this
shit can get really sticky (6)
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets
ain't really picky (No)
In a yellow coupe with a yellow
bone with my Jacob on with
the yellow stones (Brr)
White stones, Wilma Flintstones,
came a long way from a
herringbone (Well, damn)
All started from a mini-phone, I ran
it up and my money long (It's long)
Had to take a chance for two hundred
bands 'cause my country
boy had a trailer home ('Wop)
Neck look pissy, uh, please don't
touch, it's risky, uh
My finger itchin', uh, me and
my Glock get busy, uh
They say we litty, uh, I say,
"We ain't lit enough"
They say we did it, uh, I say,
"We ain't did enough"
I don't hang with sheeps (Uh-
uh), but I pull up Lamb'
I interrupted his sentence (Huh?), before
he could talk, blam (Grrah)
Cougar ho thirty-seven (Uh),
she hate when I call her
ma'am (Don't do that)
She gave me head for an hour, what Gucci
say? Well, damn (Well, damn)
I got your bitch on a leash (Yeah),
she don't ever get too far
She make you fuck in the bed,
she let me hit in the car (She
let me hit in the car)
Please stop blowin' her up, she with
me, you'll see her tomorrow
She say her wishes to me, she know I'm
a shootin' star (Grrah, grrah)
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