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jay fizzle - gucci mane كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jay fizzle & young dolph]
none of these n_ggas don’t like me
take that sh_t up with god though, n_gga
f_ck you talking about
na i’m talking ’bout? see you f_ck n_ggas, n_gga
we in the air my nig, we don’t talk about you b_tches at the round table n_gga, we wait ’till we get around the squarest table we can find to talk about you f_ck n_ggas
na i’m talking about? for real n_gga, still money counting, still overseas slanging n_gga, still outta sp_ce flavor
b_tch

[verse]
i’m in the trap, serving sh_t like a waiter
stack it up daily, stacking my paper
i know they hate a n_gga, but we ain’t the same, you n_ggas chasing b_tches
bankroll can’t fold, pockets on swole
got so much ice, f_ck around catch a cold or the flu, racks on me blue
stay lying to my b_tch, while shе always telling a n_gga i’m the truth
lil’ n_gga don’t like mе, so what? these racks in my pocket, i’m sewin’
last n_gga that played, got tore up, we caught him in traffic, that lil’ n_gga hold up
he had a gun, he ain’t pop it
i’m sh_tting on all these lame ass rappers, and can’t one nan’ these lil’ n_ggas stop me
they do not hesitate (they k!ll you)
swear, imma keep counting this paper as long as they print it
you don’t gotta listen to hear me, but when i get done, on my mama, these n_ggas gon’ feel me
rest in peace nipsey, i stay with a .60 by me
ice box, bought a chain, i ain’t care what it cost (ayy, f_ck that sh_t man, we having plenty of this sh_t, racks racks)
b_tch, i’m the realest, the illest
got 5, 6 tennis chains on my neck, feel like serina
stuck in the trap, ’till i run up a million (f_ck all that) nah, i want a billion, dollars
play and get popped like a bottle, 100k worth of ice, ’round my collar
turned up, can’t turn down, broke the volume
hit the b_tch from the back, with the speakers all the way up, cause the b_tch keep hollerin’ (too loud)
young n_gga too fresh, i be too stylin’
just copped the foreign off the lot, and i pay all cash, brand new, no miles
these clear diamonds when you see me smile
cost a lot of cheddar, so i can’t stop cheesing
got rocks in my ears, size of a donut
keep a whole hundred k in my bag for the f_ck of it
i know they don’t like me
i’m juiced up, like a hi_ci
my neck and wrist, so icy, i feel like gucci
just walked up out the trap house, hopped in the drop, i’m finna coupe it
my pockets stuffed with dog sh_t, i’ve been puffin’ pounds of stewie
say you don’t like me? (i don’t give no f_cks)
my pockets fat, hoe, cause they stuffed
i know they mad, i’m filthy rich (stay outta your feelings, hoe ass n_gga, yeah yeah)
ice on me hockey, yeah b_tch, i’m poppin’
just ask around, i’m the hottest (on god)
and b_tch, i’m the topic, n_gga can’t stop it, i’m on they ass like bad pockets
i’m on their ass like a sh_t stain, go and ask your hoe, i’m the sh_t mane
n_ggas be tough on the ig, see me in public, and won’t do sh_t mane
i ain’t the toughest, but i ain’t no hoe
lil’ n_gga play, put his ass on the floor
lil’ n_gga play, put a slug in his throat
pockets so fat, got me bow legged
catch an opp, code red, can’t take him out
gottem boy, i put the hood on the map
trap god, i put it down in the trap
flip me a pack, and put ice in my mouth

- jay fizzle

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