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gucci mane & waka flocka flame - loyal lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
mr. zone 6’er, rock two pistols (bow)
mr. zone 6’er, rock two pistols (bow)
f-cked three sisters, iced out crystals (burr)
m-mr. zone 6’er, m-mr. zoner 6’er
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’m too hood, i’m too turnt (turnt)
ain’t been an hour and a quarter pound burnt (burnt)
mr. zone 6’er, rock two pistols (bow)
f-cked three sisters, iced out crystals (burr)
tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty (bling, bling, bling)
got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (pow)
f-ckin b-tches every show, one for the cheese
two for the ki’s, three’s for the p’s, four for the o.g.’s
i’m so sleaze i hit your main squeeze (d-mn)
rollin on 30’s, like you rollin’ on d’s (wow)
it big gucci goo-wop
in the south top beemer, that’s convertible top
[chorus: gucci mane]
i’m too f-ckin’ loyal, you too f-ckin’ spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high, them boys are high, them boys are high
we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, i’m too f-ckin’ loyal
[verse 2: richie wess]
who’s the hottest in the game? b-tch i’m up next
place your bet, its richie wess, cut the check
twenty bands on my wrist, before the deal
five bands, king of diamonds, make ’em tip drill (work)
make that -ss clap, but leave your cameras at home
no cat stacks, plus the hammer all chrome
you better back, back
i’m smokin’ strong, five hundred zone loud pack
you know about that? (d-mn)
yellow diamond neck (neck), what’s your occupation? (work)
bad red bone b-tch, take her on vacation
i’m too f-ckin’ loyal, she so f-ckin’ spoiled
she wanna tell her friends, even her mama didn’t
[chorus: gucci mane]
i’m too f-ckin’ loyal, you too f-ckin’ spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high, them boys are high, them boys are high
we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, i’m too f-ckin’ loyal
[verse 3: waka flocka flame & gucci mane]
they said i’m steamin’, i’m bubblin’, turn the fire up
you got loud, bring the fire
call me a one-hit wonder i’ll switch my flow up
drop “no hands” with roscoe dash, now i’ve blown up
i’m ballin out everywhere you see me, there’s money on the ground
‘caine one bleaches me, in the four pound (flags)
higher than a motherf-cker i smoke by the pound
i love to throw hundreds screamin’, “stripper b-tch drown”
girls all around, me run me town
i drink, go bomb, more wired now
pants down, brick squad we the sh-t
waka flocka flame in 2011 [?] mitch
[chorus: gucci mane]
i’m too f-ckin’ loyal, you too f-ckin’ spoiled
b-tch i’m gone off that hard, brick squad we barred
them boys are high, them boys are high, them boys are high
we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, we ballin’ out, i’m too f-ckin’ loyal
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