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gucci mane & tle cinco - hitting كلمات الأغنية

[intro: gucci mane]
huh, 1017 mafia
tle cinco, it’s gucci
go

[chorus: tle cinco]
ayy, two_hundred k ain’t nothin’, no cap, these cap_ass n_ggas be dissin’
hey, ayy, broad day, i’ma pull up hittin’ (hittin’, hittin’, hittin’, hittin’)
they say [?] ain’t know, the f_ck? he did know
i did this sh_t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
flexin’ these racks, need designer for fees
you can’t compare me to n_ggas, i’m different, ayy
[verse 1: tle cinco]
salute to [?], n_gga, he f_cked my b_tch
i was locked up, they like “cinc’, where the f_ck you been?”
i’m sippin’ real codeine, no cup of [?]
and if i f_ck one time, i can f_ck again (ayy)
i’m on that bullsh_t right now, eighty light, be singin’, just poppin’
i got a switch on the gl!ck, turn his shirt to a nightgown
ayy, all of a sudden, n_gga dissin’, they come up missin’
ayy, i get this sh_t, just as long as thеy printed
ayy, caught me an opp, he sprintеd
hey, i’m mixin’ drank with the drank and i feel like a chemist
fine lil’ b_tch wanna drank it, pourin’
but i can’t cuff no ho’, i’m sorry (hey, hey)
i’m on the stay with a ratchet, mornin’
that fire, these n_ggas knowin’ the hardest, ayy
get paid for this sh_t, i’m a [?] artist
it ain’t f_ck with the school, i’m r_t_rded
hey, i’m in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
this codeine red, theirs purple like barney (ayy)
five_hundred shots in this motherf_ckin’ truck
n_gga, i get the drop and i’m shootin’ it off
soon as i get the number, i’m suin’ the [?]
big boss cinc’, i’m cool as f_ck
trapped out, i can’t serve no rounds
if i can’t catch him, i’m whackin’ that man
she just slap him, blow like fan
these n_ggas cappin’, i know they a fan
i told him take off, a fact, let ’em know you ain’t chopstick
beat, i make him dance
i don’t really like that b_tch, quit playin’
i’m sayin’, get to that check and i do it again
[chorus: tle cinco & gucci mane]
ayy, two_hundred k ain’t nothin’, no cap, these cap_ass n_ggas be dissin’
hey, ayy, broad day, i’ma pull up hittin’ (hittin’, hittin’, hittin’, hittin’)
they say [?] ain’t know, the f_ck? he did know
i did this sh_t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
flexin’ these racks, need designer for fees
you can’t compare me to n_ggas, i’m different, ayy
ayy, two_hundred k ain’t nothin’, no cap, these cap_ass n_ggas be dissin’
hey, ayy, broad day, i’ma pull up hittin’ (hittin’, hittin’, hittin’, hittin’)
they say [?] ain’t know, the f_ck? he did know
i did this sh_t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
flexin’ these racks, need designer for fees
you can’t compare me to n_ggas, i’m different, ayy (go)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my sh_t be hittin’ (brr)
how you a rapper, ain’t makin’ no money?
boy, you should think about quittin’ (well, d_mn)
i don’t do sh_t for the love or the fun, i do this sh_t for the millions (milli’s)
rap n_gga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin’ in they feelings (b_tch)
don’t bring up my ex_ho’s, i left them all in the trenches (hoes)
opinions just like ass_hoes, everyone got an opinion (opinion)
guwop teamed with cinco, we star, just like ringo
pull up and the kids scream “bingo”, b_tch keep stealin’ my lingo (well, d_mn)
standin’ on top of you, move like the mafia
who want fish scale, ’cause we keep them [?]? (skrrt)
‘wop singin’ rappers who trappers went popular
if he weren’t rappin’, they probably be robbin’ you (wow)
say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (smoke)
know we keep two’s, we tote hammers like [?]
so icy boyz, we done broke the thermometers
stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (it’s gucci)
[chorus: tle cinco]
ayy, two_hundred k ain’t nothin’, no cap, these cap_ass n_ggas be dissin’
hey, ayy, broad day, i’ma pull up hittin’ (hittin’, hittin’, hittin’, hittin’)
they say [?] ain’t know, the f_ck? he did know
i did this sh_t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
flexin’ these racks, need designer for fees
you can’t compare me to n_ggas, i’m different, ayy
ayy, two_hundred k ain’t nothin’, no cap, these cap_ass n_ggas be dissin’
hey, ayy, broad day, i’ma pull up hittin’ (hittin’, hittin’, hittin’, hittin’)
they say [?] ain’t know, the f_ck? he did know
i did this sh_t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
flexin’ these racks, need designer for fees
you can’t compare me to n_ggas, i’m different, ayy

- gucci mane tle cinco

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