Little Friend (feat. Bun B)-Gucci Mane/Bun B

歌手 : Gucci Mane / Bun B

专辑 : The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:19

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TXT Little Friend (feat. Bun B)-Gucci Mane/Bun B 文本歌词

Little Friend - Gucci Mane

OKAY!*

F**k it, I don't care.

The Appeal!

When I f**king came to this f**king country,

All I had was a dollar and a dream.

We need more Rosé, My b**ches gettin' thristy,

My words like New Years, Christmas came early, (BuRR!)

Got these b**ches urling, my earring's perfect,

My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin,

My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic.

Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom,

458 Italia, first in the states, out of town plates, just to make it look great.

I need a haircut, plus a carwash.

I get out the car and they take their bra's off.

See I fought the law and the f**kin law won,

Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome,

Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come!

Income Income, go and get you sum.

Say bye to the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy, Gucci Mane the bad guy.

Yes, I am the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy.

I came to this country with a dollar and a dream and a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?

Imma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end

Say hello to my little friend

I couldve been a doctor, shouldve been a lawyer

I go to court so much I couldve been my own employer

Imma die a d**e boy, always been a hustla,

Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend)

.......

I got 60 racks laying on the floor in magic city

Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killing

I touched his wife titty and the ni**a start tripping

That ain't proper etiquette you see the b***h stripping

AR-15 whipped his a** into pieces

Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces

And all about the bracelets

I'm still fighting cases

10 thousand for the glasses

Diamonds in they faces (BuRR, BuRR)

Your own blood taste it

We stomp you till you tasteless

My t-shirt ain't tailored...

You read what is said - b**ch

Brick squad bossman off with you head - b**ch

Run for the exit

They shooting inside here

Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here

Police best bet come with the riot gear

Soldiers down to die here

Move to America

Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up