Gucci Mane - Mall (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Mall (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
I crash into your wall
Tijuana Cartel man, they
killed him in the car
He think he invincible,
think he above the law
Gun'll drip, designer down,
I'll merk you in the mall
Now Ahki got that puppy chow,
he still pray to Allah
Most of you rappers pussy now,
they need to wear a bra
Can't believe she lick me down,
I skeet all in her jaw
Thot bitch she so groupie down,
she slurped it in the mall
My kush I don't sell in a jar
Wedding cake 800 pounds, I'm
trynna serve you all
Behind the wall, they locked me
down, my back against the wall
Think you switch up on me while,
but mother-fuck you all
Niggas tryna buy my style,
but it ain't in the mall
My bitch act so boujee, now she
don't even like the mall
My closet designer down, that shit
look like a mall (s'Gucci)
That shit look like a mall
My bitch act so boujee, now she don't
even like the mall (mwah)
My closet designer down, that shit
look like a mall (Guwop)
Niggas actin' ignorant,
crazy and belligerent
Plug up the ticket, an' ain't
nobody diggin' it
Ain't nobody kickin' it, lot
of niggas switchin' it
Plugs cuttin' heads off,
arteries and ligaments
If you owe 'em fifty cent,
in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them
dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence,
shooters at my residence
All this water 'round, got me high,
I think its heaven-sent
Doors, really kickin' it, the
wolves really sendin' in
Cash, I be spendin' it, an' packs,
I'm really shippin' it
A hundred bricks of three came
in, an' I can see vividly
Drop-top like J.F. Kennedy
That shit look like a mall (hah)
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