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[Intro] Dear diary 33 years old (33) I'm a couple million up I'm a single parent It's Guwop Very successful I'm love my little boy It's just the truth Cherish my mother [Hook x2] And I just want half But these hoes want half How the hell you get a bitch half? I would've cut that bitch in half Cause I could never give a bitch half [Verse] What if I was on my last You mean she'd get half of my cash Man that bitch can kiss my ass It's Guwop, she will never get half This AK knock a nigga in half Like a magician I cut a bitch just, half I came up, me and Juice I had a half I cut the head down of 50 dollar slabs Now I'm trappin hard, I'm on Gresham ave A nigga play me, I'm a cut him in half Dirty gang, you gon' take a blood bath It's Gucci Mane, got 3 million in cash I got a real real big stash I hate it when I see the task These bitches man, they love to harass I mean these bitches love to harass You's a stalker, You's a stalker, You's a stalker 34 bowls on Herschel Walker Gucci Mane man, I'm a smooth talker And I control a bitch like a snake charmer [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Gucci Mane not Tiger Woods, I can't even putt I can give a mutt, half for me, half a, half a what Roll my dick, I didn't have shit, had to hit a lick Broke as shit, couldn't pay the rent, ain't that bout a bitch? Man Gucci don't got half what Michael got but got a lot I don't cross over, I cross the country, fuck a jump shot Don't pun Mr. Backboy, Bessma is a stack boy You think it's hamburger helper, how Gucci would fuck the extra Don't wanna give you half, you ain't water whippin', bitch in Bessma I will not give you half You didn't put that hater on a stretcher Man I don't pass no mid to Gucci he gon' break out with a rash These trashcan bitches, man don't need to make me laugh laugh Fat ass, ugly ass, go get that paper bag I'm a player hater, punching bag, he know I got a sack In my building shoot the say designer, Gucci gotta swag Gucci can't wear skinny jeans he's walking with a bag I like all money green but I don't like my hoes to match I like all money green but I don't like my hoes to match I sign my check and employ myself, I don't even gotta scratch I sign my check and employ myself, I don't even gotta scratch Half [Hook x2] [Outro]
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