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Ha ha ha Trap service announcement Real niggers is back DJ Holiday Holiday season! Gucci Trap back When I first started back in 1995 I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5 I started coming up Junkies recognize my face Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case Holiday season When I first started back in 1995 I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5 I started coming up Junkies recognize my face Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case Holiday season When I first started back in 1995 I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5 I started coming up Junkies recognize my face Letras de cancionesPaid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? " I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe" And everywhere I go it became an instant cut Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts Can't be scared of the dark when you come from miles apart Shooting dice and playing cards, selling blow out of the park Had it fresh on your sister but I used to sell your mama Breaking 50's down to dimes was my job for the summer And my job for the winter, cooking bricks all in the kitchen Junkies dead at the carwash cause I heard that they was snitching Sure jumping like a chill man and help me buy my tills Dope D. Willy used to finger fuck my rims They forgetting on my name so they used to call me Black If you beat me for a twenty beat ya I'm a call you back She on the dope man dick cause I'm a nigger with a sack I'm the hustler of the year and I know that for a fact When I first started back in 1995 I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5 I started coming up Junkies recognize my face Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case Holiday season They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? " I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe" And everywhere I go it became an instant cut Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts Huh, Price so low that it comin' through snow Standin' at the store and I'm selling yae-yo Bought a brick yesterday got a full way to go On the highway everything got to go Fifty on the table, a hundred on the floor Middle of the summer but I'm'a make it snow Like a chill pet my money don't grow Still servin' niggers through my burglar bars though Shorty G's and a little afro 8 ball check it and the flow stash milks I don't get credit that's how niggers get killed And if you got a tilt then your car get pelt 17 going to the 5-5-9 Like a blind man I don't see no lines Thirteen when the nigger did his first crime Eighteen when the nigger bought his first 9 If I don't fly then the show ain't flying Picking up dope but the J's keep buying Rob a Q lurk and I know they trying Try Gucci Mane their ass be dying Let me take you back in time Let Gucci Mane refresh your mind I'm a dope boss they on my grind I could pluck you so hard! When I first started back in 1995 I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5 I started coming up Junkies recognize of my face Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? " I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe" And everywhere I go it became an instant cut Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts Ain't no more to say! Yo Gucci! I can't hear all these haters man They got to speak up I'm 30000 feet in the air nigger Flying over your city to pick up a band Whatchyou doin? Ha ha ha ha From Letras Mania