Gucci Mane - Lil Story (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Lil Story (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, I got the fire on me
I keep the chopper close by,
that's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and
I don't need the misery
House full of baby bottles like
I run a nursery (Wop!)
Drop top, red 'vert, I'm slidin'
down universities
A lot of niggas feelings hurt
cause they can't get
a verse from me (damn)
Nope, nope, hell nope, boy you
sound like a joke to me
And you look really broke to me,
how I'ma take you seriously?
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking
up the groceries
Same color T-shirt, just got
a half a bird for free
I'm sending mine all low-key
behind 10 at the Busy Bee
'Cause I don't need no one to do for
me what I won't do for me (pow pow)
Here's a lil' story 'bout
a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh
out the penitentiary
A nigga like me, would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker
from around the way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
aiming out me Cartier
Pussy boy, you sweet, don't play with
me, you know you gummy bear
Bitch, I paint the street, I guarantee
bloah bolah bloah, pourin' this
Bitch, I drive Mercedes, huh,
hop out like the Navy, huh
Pussy, I can sell you work, hold
crack like the eighties, huh
I just fuck her makeup up, you
just give her baby bump
Hit that lick, got double stripes,
judge had tried to give me life
Came home, I got extra bright,
platinum records, now we on
Remember couldn't afford a blunt,
now a million ain't enough
Ball on them niggas, huh, crawl
in them bitches, huh
Icing, that's a carrot cake,
side to side, my Chevrolet
Keep a strap on side of me,
sold it all through A to Z
That I'm a crazy motherfucker
from around the way, huh
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