Gucci Mane - Like 34 and 8 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Like 34 and 8 (en) Lyrics
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We strapped up like the Taliban, my
hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese on
his head like a Pakistan
Shiesty, that's my Kobe Bryant,
ain't no way I'm tradin'
the man (Shiesty)
Don't try me or my goons be at your house
like they the cable man (Wow)
They say I'm a sex symbol, they
say I'm a ladies man (Huh?)
Dressed up in the latest fashion,
fashion show with
Dapper Dan (It's Gucci)
It look like I robbed the bank, so
much bread, it make you faint
We be everywhere you ain't,
I go everywhere you can't
I send shots at where you think,
I got millions when I blink
I got birds like Arthur Blank,
I just bought a purple mink
Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some
shit that make you drink (Drink)
Doin' time, it make you think, got
you clutchin' on your shank
He said he gon' rob who? That's
like tryna rob a tank
That's some shit that get you spanked,
they done had too much to drank
We just tryna get some ranks, spill
your blood out like it's paint
Say you wit' it, but you ain't,
not a sinner, you a saint
I'ma make it plain and simple, send
bullets at your Pampers and temple
You deep in that water and you
don't know what you into (No)
Gunners on the way, why you
sayin' what you 'fend to?
We gon' make you sprint when we
pull up in them rentals (Go)
They just left a dent, he can't
run from where I sent 'em
Niggas jump a clique, they don't
even want to befriend ya
Niggas come to kill ya and they
didn't come to end ya
Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin',
"I surrender" (Quit)
Niggas ain't ridin' for you,
don't want to revenge you
Thought you was a lion, coulda swore
you was a ninja (Swore you was a)
Heaven or hell, can't decide
where I'ma send ya
T-shirt with your face is the
way they gon' remember
Big blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, big blrrrd
I'ma make your favorite
robber give it up
I'm just chillin' with your B-M, she
said she wish it wasn't two of us
Havin' threesomes at the gym, bad
bitches galore, ladies linin' up
All the opps eat for attention right
after they go and hide from us
In a couple months, went platinum,
yeah, in two years,
might go diamond, huh
All-black booty, Draco with the wood,
can't name a bitch fine as her
Lil' baby ash on my diamonds,
wide-body full of zaza
Ain't gotta be brave, then a Arab be
thinkin' 'bout comin' and tryin' us
I told Wop he could drop me, he catch
me outside with my chains tucked
I had bold niggas that dissed me in
they songs, got they ass flamed up
And they better not say shit
after this, I'ma come
through and finish 'em
Might fuck them, tryna catch
them, they cross they thumb
and stick four fingers up
I knew I ain't get the headshot
but the fuck you mean
I graved 'em? (Huh?)
Swear the Lord had to be with
that baby-ass lil' boy,
that day, He saved 'em
I'm King Slime, rock you to sleep,
then I put a snake in your cradle
I come get you 'fore you clap me, Shiesty
put shit in the newspaper
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd,
the newspaper, yeah
Every day a new hater, yeah,
every day a new opp
I got new drops on they block, goddamn,
why all my members locked?
Ayy, BIG30 team don't give out
passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx
Every day, new high speed
chase, ran through state
troopers and the narc'
Won't never pull over, no way, it's
a gold box behind my Glock
I was talkin' 'bout sendin'
her a jet, send back a one-
way flight with Spirit
Yeah, I be rappin', but still a kid
in the backseat without no jewelry
Lay in yo' your yard, creep
like a spy, move where you
can't see or can't hear me
I said, "It ain't no runnin' from
that fire," know I'm comin', them
niggas fear me, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, two Dracs, and let
four glizzies, one MAC
In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right
now, everybody gettin' whacked
Throw the lob up to Wop
like Kobe and Shaq
Word around town, they
be takin' your sack
Ayy, F&N choppers and
Glocks when I move
Don't come around with them
jammin'-ass ProMags
Ayy, pour up a pint right,
I ain't leanin' last
Pour champagne, but I might
drink out the glass
(Pour champagne, but I might
drink out the glass)
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