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Gucci Mane

Lil Story

 

Lil Story

(album: Mr. Davis - 2017)


[Gucci Mane:]
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full of baby bottles like I run a nursery (Wop!)
Droptop, red 'vert, I'm sliding down universities
A lot of niggas feelings hurt 'cause they can't get a verse from me (Damn)
No, no, hell no, boy you sound like a joke to me
And you look really broke to me, how I'ma take you seriously?
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking up the groceries
Same color T-shirt, just got a half a bird for free
I'm sending my [?] lowkey behind the tint at the busy bee
'Cause I don't need no one to do for me what I won't do for me (Pow pow)

Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary
A nigga like me, would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way
Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary
A nigga like me, would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiming out me Cartier
Pussy boy, you sweet, don't play with me, you know you're gummy bear
Bitch, I paint the street, I guarantee bla bla bla, pouring this
Bitch, I drive Mercedes, huh
Hop out like the Navy, huh
Pussy, I can sell you work
Hold crack like the eighties, huh
I just fuck her makeup up, you just give her baby bump
Hit that lick, got double stripes
Judge had tried to give me life
Came home, I got extra bright
Platinum records, now we on
Remember, couldn't afford a blunt, now a million ain't enough
Ball on them niggas, huh, crawl in them bitches, huh
Icing, that's a carrot cake, side to side, my Chevrolet
Keep a strap on side of me, sold it all through A to Z

[Gucci Mane:]
Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary
A nigga like me, would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way
Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me
A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary
A nigga like me, would like to say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way, huh

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