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(Intro) The legendary DJ Scream The legendary Gucci Mane The young legend DJ Spinz And this Trap God 2 nigga I guess run cool you a game but you just a fuckin lame I can put you up on something but you still wouldn’t lie or nothing You know the game is to be sold man, pull up fore you lames might (Can’t just give that shit to you nigga) I spent half of my life nigga sellin crack cocaine (… in this shit nigga) (Verse) I’m a victim of the dop game, I don’t like the 9-9 I don’t like the main drop, I just like cocaine drop All I do is drop top, man I’m so goddamn hot If you got a old car then go get a new one If you don’t got no script go and get yo 2 gun Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me wanna do some I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you’s a kill throwin Baby got that slow tone, my trap like a group home I’m bad with niggas but I’m good with bitches Language of man, sound superstitious I like the riches, no pot to piss in Three years going I ain’t seen no Christmas Letras de cancionesSix months going I ain’t seein no drop Work do good they don’t ever get slow Putting bar doors on all my houses I’mma put her with all my flows (Hook) Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover Pill niggas ain’t turning shit down but my damn collar Police wouldn’t let me tryina stand here by my damn collar Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover Pimp, money turnin don’t shit but my damn collar Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar Gucci Mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, I’m a trap scholar (Verse) Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars Drag a bitch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I’m crib flow damn dollars And if your bitch with me, no need to call, don’t even bother Limpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a damn brothel Need these pieces on my Charger, tryna dodge every pothole You ain’t gotta worry bout yo bitch cuz yo boys got er Said she want some dick, then guess what she gon get a whole lotta Nothing but I think I need a goddamn and a rider If this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy moly I’m golden, coming gold deep Can’t remember these fuck niggas homey I’m a young nigga but I OG I’m bout to turn these to the old me And no OC, I could OD cuz I drink so much damn codeine I’m solo, no codeine And these mackin letters of my homey Don’t bump, I ain’t talkin bout mollies Have more paint talkin bout coffee I don’t give a damn about you nigga and don’t give a damn about the police (Hook) Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover Pill niggas ain’t turning shit down but my damn collar Police wouldn’t let me tryina stand here by my damn collar Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover Pimp, money turnin don’t shit but my damn collar Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar Gucci Mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, I’m a trap scholar From Letras Mania