Gucci Mane - Both Sides (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Both Sides (en) Lyrics
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It ain't my business, it ain't
my beef, I ain't on no side
Y'all got guns and we got guns
but we don't post ours
Look, you poppin' like the
giant, he just 4'5''
Told him hit 'em in the leg and
make them niggas your size
These niggas gon' end up dead, they
keep on playin' both sides
They gon' need a lot of black
suits, a bunch of bowties
I made it from the skreets, it ain't
no mercy on these skreets
It's hot as Mercury, these boys'll
murk you on these skreets
These bitches Double Dutch so quick,
they'll jap a nigga sheets
Got niggas slick competin' with
niggas, I ain't even competin'
If you talk behind my back, no need
to dap me when you see me
'Cause I ain't gon' share no tip when
they pick you up off the cement
A real dope boy, I make
it flood in any season
While rappers goin' broke and
blame corona as the reason
I showed some niggas cannons,
they mistook that I was weak
I told them I was stackin', they
just thought that I was cheap
If I took it, I was mad, I still
ain't finna give it back
No hoops are in my back, consider
that shit as a text
So buy some Stacy Adams and
a couple ties that match
This MAC came with a shoulder scrap,
the only thing retract
4PF and 1-0-1-7 for life, we trap
And we ain't with that pity
pass shit, we ra-ta-ta-tat
They gon' need a lot of blank
suits, a bunch of bowties
Doin' songs for Gucci Mane, now I
done ran them stupid bands up
Make no stupid, shoot your mans up,
it's a robbery, put your hands up
The see me, they switch the channel,
I'm the real deal, Atlanta
Ain't no monkeys in the middle, play
both sides, you get dismantle
Tuck my shit, I got my hammer, fuck
that bitch, ain't got no manners
Can't hit that shit, that's
not my standard
She cop my drip, she like my grandma
I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin'
'round in these dirty Phantoms
I'm 'bout gettin' business and
ain't sittin' in no worries
I ain't with no chitter-chatter,
keep a bad one
Her ass fatter than the last one
We be takin' shit, no askin', we
be breakin' bricks no passin'
Everybody lit, go ask, I be in
the 'Vette, the fast one
And I got the CA, you
don't wanna see them
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