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• Artiste: Gucci Mane
• Titre: Talking To The Streets
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Mike Willy, Zaydiggy It's Gucci Brrr Go I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I'm Elvis I just bought a new Ferrari, it came with a helmet Drip my bitch in Ferragamo, you can't even spell it I [?] from you if you couldn't sell it Well connected and respected, how you didn't expect it? Zay pulled up in the front, new Hummer, it's electric These niggas going PC but Big Wop don't need protection They keep talkin' 'bout the old Wop, well here, this the resurrection The old one known for sipping lean and freestyling congested Tried put that pistol on my buddy, it got me arrested These rappers gettin' extorted and it's really gettin' depressing We know you [?] witness, damn we all read your confession I do it so big, I spent two million on a wedding I don't fuck with panhandling and bitches that be begging I hate going to court, I see the judge and get to sweating He tried to get away, he couldn't escape, he broke his pelvis Ain't shit nobody can tell me "Critter, why you getting selfish?" I'm up now, ho, you helpless Dripping in [?] you smell me I do a walkthrough [?] my trench Ain't wasting my breath, ho ain't worth a cent And this shit personal, make sure we hit Spend [?] switch He open his mouth [?] stick These niggas rat to the police, bitch I'm in a scat, [?] that bitch Supposed to chase the racks but they chasing a bitch My cousin [?] he deliver the shit Ho, my main focus is money Ayy, I want these millions to come in abundance I run to the money, I'm Mac Crit [?] Good pussy, get in her stomach It's hard for niggas to keep it a hundred It'll hurt a nigga head to keep it a hundred Your family'll cross you for money, niggas'll cross you for nothing When a ho cross you she gon' want something I gotta thank God [?] I gotta thank God I made it out the dungeon [?] My ho pretty and dark, the other one [?] And the red Dominican, she love the Hennessey I love the energy, money boost my energy Killing my enemy and loving my frenemies Enemies killing me, they [?] [?] ho, you can't handle me I got rose gold trophy, the street keep my focused The beef ain't over, ain't that what they were hoping [?] Fake ass diamonds you got on bogus Ayy, look at my pocket, that motherfucker loaded We [?] Know I'm meant for having [?] This 1017 mafia, boy, get your choppers up Fuck the feds, they ain't stopping us They tryna boss me up, won't let 'em lock me up I got my [?] want me to help her [?] accept her I put on Prada, put my ho on Prada Prada my glasses but they look like goggles Girl, you in college and you a show stopper She go to school for nursing but think she a model Pull out the blue hundreds [?] I'm the king [?] just stop it