Gucci Mane - Posse On Bouldercrest (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Posse On Bouldercrest (en) Lyrics
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Ear Drummers
My posse on Bouldercrest
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci
Mane slayed it
Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the
backseat on the phone
It's callin' up the posse,
it's time to get rippin'
And if they get to trippin', then
we shootin' like the Pistons
Everybody lookin', if you
jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got
us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, they're
skinny as the tires
My system soundin' good, but
I need the volume higher
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make
the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the
jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these
niggas wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the
richest one in East Atlanta
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest,
we 'bout to start flexin'
The Phantom kind of crowded,
the front was leanin' back
Scarr, he in the Birdie, got
two bitches in his lap
On Martin Luther King, the
set look kind of dead
We need a new street,
so posse move ahead
We all drippin' in ice, the
crew you can't forget
The So Icey Boys and we
rippin' up the set
My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
The cash is rollin' in, my
posse's gettin' bored
There's not another posse
with more points scored
We stone cold criminals, we
flex like big gorillas
We not the average artist, bitch,
we certified killers
I spent a million dollars just
for diamonds on my teeth
And every time they see 'em,
make their girls get weak
People think we crazy, some
think that we are funny
But it ain't hard to tell that
we make a lot of money
We clockin' all the dollars,
we rock a lot of gold
The other crews mad 'cause
we fuckin' all they hoes
Woodland, Custer Ave, me
and my crew are thugs
And they so full of drugs
they may never sober up
And I'm a dope man and
the pack just dropped
If you ain't tryna cop, then
this Phantom won't stop
At Boulevard and Moreland
the driver broke left
And Shiesty shouted "Bouldercrest,
it's time to get def"
My girl blew me a kiss, she
said I was the best
She's lookin' mighty freaky
in her black silk dress
The closer that we get,
the crazier I feel
My posse on Bouldercrest,
it's time to get ill
Certified, I'm that lil' nigga that
make big ones pay respects
CGE, 1017, covered in choppas
and baguettes
We just flew one of they niggas,
tryna see who gon' be next
Soon as I burn up this steamer, take
me where I parked the 'Vette
Why he keep talkin' like he gangster?
Cook him, put him to the test
My opps don't never show they
background, know I'll send
some' where they at
Them pigs can ask a million questions,
still won't get me to say shit
It ain't no tellin' who got shot, if
you don't know, you never slid
And they can't act like they
don't know me, remember
I flew out your bitch
I take they Rollies and their
chains, nigga, I'm the reason
you hide your wrist
For real menace, been causin' hell,
I done did shit you can't forget
I got glizzies around the globe, it
ain't shit to get to them sticks
1017, livin' a dream, come eat
with us, we'll get you rich
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