Gucci Mane - Lifers (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Lifers (en) Lyrics
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I heard my buddy went out bad,
but I'm nothin' like my
buddy 'nem (Well, damn)
He went out sad, it made me mad, now
I can't even fuck with him (Wow)
Them suckers them, what's
up with them? I buck on them,
scuff up them Timbs
Petty hustles, predators, pressure
them then they crumble them
Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs,
I humble them
Bullets get to flippin' and
fumblin' and tumblin'
"Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him,
" nobody jumpin' him (No)
One man, two handguns, that's
what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong,
why is the muscle big?
From whippin' dope in my long-
johns, I made it jump again
I don't know where you from, holme,
but you best come again
Ain't nobody sold more dope than me
but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop)
ayy, I just broke my thumb again
Yeah, I been runnin' up my money,
I can't run up out a win
Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold
it down, my mom was in the pen'
And I still hold it down too, my
mama ain't raise no damn fool
Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big shit,
boy, I ain't nothin' like you
I'm flexin' hard with my young black
ass and all my cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach
and I'm just twenty-two
They like, "How the fuck he get that?"
Shit, I been gettin' to it
Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves,
yeah, bitch, I been makin' moves
Yeah, stuntin' too hard,
I had to play it cool
Mama told me them boys ain't cool
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah, bitch, we a terrible two
This watch right here cost
a Lam' truck, but
Shit, I think I want a Lam' truck too
Shit for real, nigga
Nigga ain't play with this
one, man (Nothin')
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Mob (Yeah)
More money, more problems
I don't give a fuck, I keep a revolver
If you got a problem,
know I'ma solve 'em
Ain't heard 'bout me, then nigga,
go search your browser
I was posted up on Joe Brown for real
We was robbers, we wasn't
workin' no deal
Smokin' gas, that shit
be loud like Malia
Niggas talkin', but they
know what it is, huh?
I got them crooked rows (Crooked),
and I got them shotguns
I got them gangster niggas,
and they got them big guns
I got them OGs, yeah, they ridin' with
me, and they gon' kill somethin'
And I got them Pirus, bitch, they
ain't gon' spare nothin', nah
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