Lately (Explicit)-Gucci Mane

Lately (Explicit)

歌手:Gucci Mane

时间:2021-06-18

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Lately (Explicit) - Gucci Mane

Lyrics by:Radric Davis/Lavonte Powers/Mojo Krazy

So icey boy

CEO

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Spiffomadeit b***h aha

Go

Lately they been comin' at me fakin'

It's been hard to dodge

I just copped two trackhawks and two chargers

We in love with dodge what

All these diamonds on me hittin'

Me hard like I've been fightin' with floyd burr

Put your hands on gucci mane on god

I'm sendin' your a*s to god

Don't talk about my enemies

They dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up ooh

AR with the shoulder strap

What that sound like the nola clap

Money so retarded might park my phantom in a handicap

My lil' jit just like shootin' up s**t

They don't even really like to rap huh

Ran off on ya owe you one

The coke was color doja cat it's cream

Guess he thought that gucci was a ho

I wonder who told him that

Playin' with my backend on the road

Got the promoter whacked baow

Lately all my new signees got me

Thinkin' my phone tapped well d**n

So icey write they own raps

My artists tote they own straps baow

Brand new F 'rari

Drive that b***h like it got handlebars skrrt

Lil' b***h she a cannibal

Ate my dick like an animal muah

Lately they been comin' at me fakin'

It's been hard to dodge

I just copped two trackhawks and two chargers

We in love with dodge what

All these diamonds on me hittin' me

Hard like I've been fightin' with floyd burr

Put your hands on gucci mane on god

I'm sendin' your a*s to god

Don't talk about my enemies

They dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up ooh

AR with the shoulder strap

What that sound like the nola clap

Money so retarded

Might park my phantom in a handicap

N***as hang with me known to

Push a stick like a janitor what

My n***as some predators

A lot of n***as scared of us

Beef ain't really s**t to me

A n***a ain't did s**t to me no

I'm not billy batts

But a n***a ain't takin' s**t from me nah

N***as talkin' down on me like

They ain't bought no bricks from me

Suckers tryna clown me like they

Never hit no licks with me ha

Ran my M's up left the streets

Now that's a flawless victory well d**n

Lace my cleats and fed the streets yeah

Everybody eats with me it's Gucci

Lately they been comin' at me fakin'

It's been hard to dodge

I just copped two trackhawks and two chargers

We in love with dodge what

All these diamonds on me hittin'

Me hard like I've been fightin' with floyd burr

Put your hands on gucci mane on god

I'm sendin' your a*s to god

Don't talk about my enemies

They dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up ooh

AR with the shoulder strap

What that sound like the nola clap

Money so retarded

Might park my phantom in a handicap

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