Gucci Mane - Spanish Plug - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

09.03.2011

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[Intro] {*lighter and flame sound effects*} Burn One, Burn One (This is another Raw Beats production) Geah, geah, geah, yeah Gucci, Gucci, huh, huh, huh, ha? Gucciracci baby, Gucci Gucci Cocaína shawty [Hook] When I see my plug this how I talk to 'em And when I serve my folks this how I talk to 'em When I'm with my dogs dis how I talk to 'em It's Gucci Mane, Laflare, I'm fin' to talk to 'em [Gucci Mane] To my guala, my partner, molta manana Gracias, de nada, brought me years of dollars Que pasa amigo? Cocaine more bonito Cohina mucho es grande on the repo Ese el pablo, my barrio your barrio Comprende my friende you speak real good ingles Six hundred Wednesday, five thousand Tuesday El nombre es Gucci, no punta, no pussy Coronas and kushi, kilos and elbows Chito seritos, they come from Mexico, there he go Twenty tacos and it got me fifty burritos S-550 Mercedes on Flat Shoals Que pasa, manana, my guala guala my partner partner Love to treat a nigga to a steak and a lobster Now a nigga owe them a million dollars Got me making ten G's an hour, money's power, time is money You don't know the nigga then serve the dummy Serve the junkies then ride Ashantis [Hook] - repeat 2X [Gucci Mane] What the bumba claat? My trap spot, dreadlocks and rastas Rude boys and rude girls, Jamaican mobsters I shot the sheriff, smokin Bob Marley All of this ecstasy is killin me softly Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty Sex spot my ex-spot, can't dodge that red dot Smokin the lah-lah, can't get no higher Where is me iya? She sends me fiyah Where is me lighter? Look at me ice-a Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-a I pack a rifle, I loves me life-a Put up your hands 'fore I put up my rifle [Hook] - repeat 2X [Gucci Mane] What's up nigga, what it do? I'm good my nigga, how are you? Half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken, what it move? Bentley coupe on Bentley shoes, hell naw them ain't 22's Still keep coke in innertubes, plottin on my next buisness move Twenty-six inch tennis shoes, old school painted Maseratti blue Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pullin up wit'cha baby boo Ooh ooh, it's you know who, it's NASCAR baby what you gon' do Looking for somethin thick I can screw, paint change and my diamonds too Trap nigga watch remindin you My grill and rang be blindin you If you a stubborn artist I'm signin you I'm still the same nigga that be shinin too Trap nigga watch remindin you My grill and rang be blindin you If you a stubborn artist I'm signin you I'm still the black nigga that be shinin too, bitch~! [Hook] - repeat 2X
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