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Lifers (feat. Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt)

アーティスト:Gucci Mane, The New 1017  アルバム:Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer  作詞:Radric Davis/Samuel Gloade/Markeyvius Cathey/Kwame Khalil Brown/Jaree Jalon Jackson Jr./Paul Beauregard  作曲:Radric Davis/Samuel Gloade/Markeyvius Cathey/Kwame Khalil Brown/Jaree Jalon Jackson Jr./Paul Beauregard  発売年:2020 

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(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga} Glock (Huh?) Yeah (Huh?), yeah, yeah (Wop) Yeah (Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothin' like my buddy'nem (Well, damn) He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can't even fuck with him (Wow) Them suckers them, what's up with them? I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin' "Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him," nobody jumpin' him (No) One man, two ndguns, that's what you up against My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big? From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again I don't know where you from, holme, but you best come again Ain't nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop) Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again Yeah, I been runnin' up my money, I can't run up out a win Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen' And I still hold it down too, my mama ain't raise no damn fool Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain't nothin' like you I'm flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two They like, "How the fuck he get that?" Shit, I been gettin' to it Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yeah, bitch,


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