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Gucci Mane

Suckaz

 

Suckaz

(album: Trap God - 2012)


[Verse 1:]
I sold so many jays, been locked on so many times
I had to grind to shine, I fire up bout mine
I did a homicide, I'm ready to die bout mine
Committed genocide, I testified bout mine
I live a life of crime, I served me some time
Bitch I got 6 for 5, cool with 2 pass at a time
You better recognize, I put my neck on the line
You told me several times, you better respect my mind
And all we mixing pies, I got a take out of 9
And all we fixing pies, I'm serving 3 at a time
I hit the lick to shine, I left my boy in the blind
That's how it is sometimes, I keep my hand on the 9
It's Gucci

[Hook:]
You gotta move your feet, know how the game go
I'm stepping on toes, I'm stepping on toes
Man I'm stepping on toes
I'm shittin on on all the fools, I got that 4-4
I'm in that super sport
Hood Fredo oh
A sucka bout all this jewelry
A sucka bout all that's Louie
The suckaz got the ride new Bentley
Finessing got my wrist so bluey

[Verse 2:]
I'm a bachelor, I'm available, got bills and them mailable
I'm alleable, condo with a great view of the sailor boats
Coke clean as a baby, as nigga Thomas to get it here
Shout out to my cartel bitch fix me a cocktail
My block do cartwheels, got keys like a locksmith
I met a bitch so bad, I gave her keys to a mach 6
Versace my glasses, I skip out of my classes
My top in the trash, I left my top with my last bitch
Moved on to another home, trade a rent for a yellow bone
For diamond chest they throw my neck, it look like a hamming bone
It's Gucci and Shawty, thank the lord that we beat the case
Them haters can holler, cause I think I need a hearing aid

[Hook:]
You gotta move your feet, know how the game go
I'm stepping on toes, I'm stepping on toes
Man I'm stepping on toes
I'm shittin on on all the fools, I got that 4-4
I'm in that super sport
Hood Fredo oh
A sucka bout all this jewelry
A sucka bout all that's Louie
The suckaz got the ride new Bentley
Finessing got my wrist so bluey

[Outro:]
I like coming in the booth man
Fucking with this nigga Gucci Mane
We be doing this shit for a long long time nigga
These suckers fuck this shit for us nigga believe that
Burn!

done

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