Love

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Gucci Mane - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Love

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[Intro] [?] Huh? Huh? Let it go Yeah Chop that shit up [?] [Verse 1] I'm in the trap, bangin' (I'm bangin') And my spot open Monday to Monday (Twenty-five eight) More money, more problems equal more money And we gettin' it, rainfall, sleet, snow, sunny Ain't shit gon' come if you don't want it (Shit gon' come) And I want it so bad, I'm so fuckin' horny (So bad) Man, oh, ma'am, bitch, why I am, nigga? I swear I got a [?] They love when you down, hate when you're down winning But how you think I 'posed to take care of my children? (How?) I could never be a slave or a damn pilgrim (Never) That's why we workin', workin', man, I got a ambition (We workin', workin') [Chorus] I'm in love with standin' down [?] hinges ([?]) Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen pennies If it ain't about no money, then it don't make sense (Don't make no sense) Pistols out while we servin', get shot if you flinchin' [Verse 2] That's why we workin', we workin' (We workin') And can't nobody stop us (We work) They gon' hate it when I pull up in that Phantom or the [?] I salute to all the robbers, but we workin', we workin' (Workin', we workin') Ain't can't nobody stop us, ain't can't nobody stop us (Stop now) We all in your face, holdin' nuts, actin' jealous I can see it in your face that you hatin', I can smell it Always known to pass the class test, I never fail it How them packs gettin' here? I UPS mail it (Eh yeah) And this bitch I got with me, she kinda gorgeous [?] ride foreign, ride on Forgi's (?) Got them pistols with me, my niggas totin' foreign (Foreign) Kill your baby and his daddy, we call it abortion (Call it abortion) Takin' flights out to Cancun, blowin' fortune (Peew) I heard 1017 MPA Brick Squad scorchin' I'm in the streets like the crosswalk, I should be locked up for loiterin' (What) I'm disorderly [Chorus] I'm in love with standin' down [?] hinges ([?]) Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen pennies If it ain't about no money, then it don't make sense (Don't make no sense) Pistols out while we servin', get shot if you flinchin' That's why we workin', we workin' (We workin') And can't nobody stop us (We work) They gon' hate it when I pull up in that Phantom or the [?] I salute to all the robbers, but we workin', we workin' (Workin', we workin') Ain't can't nobody stop us, ain't can't nobody stop us (Grrahh) [Outro] I'm in the trap, bangin' I'm in the trap I'm in the trap, bangin' I'm in the trap I'm in, I'm in the trap, bangin' I'm in the trap, bangin' I'm in the trap I'm in the trap, bangin' I'm in, I'm in, I'm the trap, bangin' I'm in the trap I'm in love with standin' down [?] hinges ([?]) Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen pennies (Tryna make a dollar) If it ain't about no money, then it don't make sense (Don't make no sense) Pistols out while we servin', get shot if you flinchin' That's why we workin', we workin' (We workin') And can't nobody stop us (We work) They gon' hate it when I pull up in that Phantom or the [?] I salute to all the robbers, but we workin', we workin' (Workin', we workin') Ain't can't nobody stop us, ain't can't nobody stop us (Grrahh)

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  • Lil Duke
  • Flair Fifth