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I think I had one too many blunts today Too many bills, now I’m jump today I drank a pint of lean so I wasted mine I got the gangsta air nigga, you can taste it mine I’m swerving, I’m swerving All of my niggas be serving Pull up to the curb, curb serving Wutchu want? Wutchu want nigga? We workin I’m servin, I’m servin Come through with my Bentley, I’m swerving Hoes say I look better in person Maybach, I’mma close the fuckin curtains What’s happenin, hah Scoo up, legend Ha! Shout out to zone 6 Speak Gucci ah Dollars here so up You see me I know you hear me That strong here I know you smell me Yall niggas are fuck niggas Letras de cancionesI know you tell em And I don’t ease em cuz I’m a failure Touchdown on niggas, see there where the pass at What a pass that you make a nigga laugh black Need a pass for yo nigga, you’ll get blasted You just a midgrade nigga like my last pet I’m just a money making nigga, you can call ash You ain’t on me to follow you neither way on yo anklet test chick I got so much money I left em all with every damn feel And for the compass raise your arm up then you make a ball fist They move my nigga so far away cuz they said he was high risk Before any come down to see him well they can pay they damn rent And now he frustrated, incarcerated, got us all tested And they before tried to give me 40, I’mma jump the damn face I’m chargin 39 hundred ‘fore I got them bags in here 8-50 you know I got that swag in here I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa These niggas tryna hold me back Burner king never hold me back Gucci Mane I’m all geared up And I walk round, I’mma get missed out Walk around with these thug pass Damn my nigga that my bad bitch That you broke some damn face Have some change that I had You feel bad but I’m not sell You could talk trash but I moved on Three homes, ten phones Tell me where did it go wrong All the money that I have Aka that’s my stash Nigga try to take my cash Bet this nigga gon die fast 50 bands and the brand new pants Take 5000 and I wipe my ass Gucci Mane fear no man I’m a tough guy like yo man Mojo my right hand And you nigga was our dope man RIP to my dope man Know his liquor down form head down I’m chargin 39 hundred ‘fore I got them bags in here 8-50 you know I got that swag in here I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin I got a couple more, that’s where they gonna make it I’m a star, Bassavella de la Gasta And I’m a multimillionaire but I’m for Costa From Letras Mania