Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - GuWop Nigga lyrics
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[Intro: Gucci Mane] Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My main bitch, her anklet ‘Bout the same size of a ankle marcher If a diva late one time I’mma put her ass on probation I’mma give her two scratches She’s a fuckin’ good woman, I’mma give her a life I’mma walk by shinin’ with a bitch Aye, say I had enough in my life I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings And a nigga can’t take my ice Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit ‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy And my right hand man got a Tonka toy I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy Major saver, I’m the golden boy And I serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the shit Talkin’ that shit, now you shot in the head Rich Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix Rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my dick On my chain is a tag team All my niggas gettin’ money You can get tied, then tagged then Me and your freak’ll start fuckin’ Got two choppers, it’s a tag team Four bad bitches and it’s all to me Had to break into like ten houses To ride on these 9x17s Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy But belive it or not, bitch, I gotta thank the Lord Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up What you want to be when you grow up? [Hook: Gucci Mane] GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Y’all scooted in my team Flockaveli that’s my shooter R.I.P to my nigga Don Think about your ass every day Momma called, said she need some money Sent her ten bands and it made her smile Child nude, no shoes Got to get him those new Trews Mail your head to your mama Hide your body in a restaurant Nigga wasn’t shit anyway Playin’ around with my awards Gucci Mane is a cool dude But a nigga might turn into a werewolf Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds Your CEO ain’t worth nothin’ Made a half a mil’ in three weeks Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man These fucked niggas keep tryin’ to hold me back Matter of fact, nigga slow down When you drivin’ in the ‘Lac, you gon’ spill my ‘Gnac Like Pinky, nigga, I’m big and black Rock so many chains it hurt my neck [Hook] [Verse 3: Trinidad James] Trinidad and Gucci Mane I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, fuck off Trinidad and Gucci Mane I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, fuck off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane Trinidad and Gucci Mane Them pussies they call me Trinidad Them bad hoes call me TJ I got a girlfriend in Magic City And a side bitch in the Blue Flame Her pussy bomb like bomb like Saddam Hussein, pussy nigga Gucci needed me for a verse Call me up, nigga tap me in This verse here, I transferred it These bad bitches they after me Only buy Molly from rich hoes ‘Cause these broke hoes be taxin’ me Got a problem with it? Do somethin’ ‘bout it Bomb squad like “Hoorah! ” Real niggas call Gucci But these bitches call “GuWop” [Hook] I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, fuck off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane, I’m turnt up, fuck off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane, I’m turnt up, fuck off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane, Trinidad and Gucci Mane…