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Woppenheimer (Explicit) - Gucci Mane
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Tiquon Pryor
Produced by：TP808
Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently
What the ****
I know what I did for you but what you did for me
What you did for me
Shoutout to my wife she had a daughter and a son for me
My son
Shoutout to my brother down bad he made that bond for me
He made that bond
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me
No
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me
To make fun of me
Now I pull up yellow-black coupe it look like a bumblebee
Skrrt
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me
Lord
Pull up haters mumblin' they had a bag and fumbled it
They fumbled it
I ran my money up then put it up and kept on runnin' it
Go
Last of a dyin' breed it ain't no"I" in"Team"
But it is an"I" in"Win" so pass the ball to me
Wop
I don't do much reminiscin' I'm focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories but we weren't really friendly
Nah
Niggas out here faking injuries you can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane I'm playin' hurt but I got my eye on them
It's Gucci
These rappers nowadays gotta search 'em
Might have a wire on 'em
One nigga tried to send the spot I dropped the bag on him
What the ****
One nigga died tryna hit a lick died with his mask on him
His gang wasn't even there to help died with his flag on him
It's Gucci
Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently
What the ****
I know what I did for you but what you did for me
What you did for me
Shoutout to my wife she had a daughter and a son for me
My son
Shoutout to my brother down bad he made that bond for me
He made that bond
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me
No
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me
To make fun of me
Now I pull up yellow-black coupe it look like a bumblebee
Skrrt
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me
Lord
He was hot in early 2000 but what 'bout recently
What 'bout now
Long as I'm rich I'm gon' be relevant live decently
I'm gon' be rich
This Gucci hate train go"Choo-choo" and it don't bother me
Choo-choo
I don't want **** from you suckers not even an apology
Not even
Haters keep my name in they mouth but won't acknowledge me
What the ****
These rappers burnt out and they broke now I see it honestly
I see it
My nigga went and did a whole dub
He got out recently
He got out
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs who won't compete with me
Damn
These niggas do ho **** for attention they don't got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions 'cause that ain't street to me
'Cause that ain't
These ******* gon' talk 'bout me forever
I'm somethin' like ecstasy
I'm somethin' like X
But I'ma chase the paper not p***y 'cause that's my specialty
It's Gucci
Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently
What the ****
I know what I did for you but what you did for me
What you did for me
Shoutout to my wife she had a daughter and a son for me
My son
Shoutout to my brother down bad he made that bond for me
He made that bond
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me
No
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me
To make fun of me
Now I pull up yellow-black coupe
It look like a bumblebee
Skrrt
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me
Lord
