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Everything Gucci Lyrics - Artist : ShooterGang Kony
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Ayy Everything Gucci, gouda I don't get benched, I'm a real life shooter, huh? Want it all, need the chips and the mula We could take it way back to SS with the Ruger, huh? Knock it off, bitch tryna get the cock involved I'm hard-bodied but your mans swore I'm kind of soft I stumbled in but this chopper on me caught my fall She got dick, fell in love, now she want my drawers Am I worried 'bout a sucker? Not at all Take a seat, watch these real niggas ball Figured you was soft, seen them niggas, didn't draw Now you want me to believe that you gon' kill 'em in the mall? Oh Lord, oh my God, you drilled a nigga, put it on your moms, killer How come they all run like I'm Godzilla? Run it in, I don't do no facades When I get the jumpball, they all round of applause, nigga Free the Jumpman, fuck two three Sold my soul to the streets and they gave me a receipt Fuck a rap beef, we gon' leave it in the streets Get the drop where he sleep, leave him covered in them sheets S Gang's tricks leave your homeboy deceased Have White Strap come back and put you on your cheeks You don't want smoke 'cause we chief like Keef You don't got a yeek, when it's beef, I'ma eat, nigga Who you finna call when your back against the wall? Asked him where he from, then I hit him in the jaw Nigga hoop with us, bet a hundred on my dawg He don't even get a chance with the ball Niggas ain't ten, you'll be sidin' with the law Niggas yellin' foul but like half of you soft I was 15 sellin' weed in the stores I'ma leave you on the stove just for thinkin' that you raw Hotboy, if you want a problem, you can call, we set it off And that's word to my dawg I'm a real P, if she run, I'ma jog I'm a big dawg, I will step on y'all paws Every damn day, my neck ice skate Yeah, I ended up in jail Every nigga need a quick lil' life break Slaps got his right ate And where I'm from If you slap the wrong song you get cleaned up on Aisle 8, nigga |
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