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Gucci Mane

No More

 

No More

(album: World War 3: Lean - 2013)


[Hook:]
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan I dont wan go no more more more
Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She don't wanna go to Mexico
But bitch you finna go though!
Taken doe does
Me and Mojo
Rockin purple label Polo!
Cookin dope in my pajamas
Premadana for a baby mama
Marijuana come from Tijuana
Trappin on the corner
Creppin on the counter
Run up on me yous a goner
I'm a loner
Turn them niggas to a fuck it you don't know them
All my migos drink coronas
And my goons, they like piranhas
Since you got some big cohonas
I'ma mail 'em to yo mama
[?] catchin planes in Oklahoma
If you had came her 2 days sooner
Then I could fulfill your order
She don't wan go back to Mexico
The feds are at the border
She's a snorter, Mr.porter
I got bricks taped to yo daughter! Gucci!!

[Hook:]
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar, (collar)
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more (TELL 'EM!)

No more more more (TELL 'EM)

I don't wan I dont wan go no more more more
Got me for my dollars (dollars)

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Told my migo, capasa
I will see you on minyata
When I met him, at the doca
He had work, I had choppas
I make bands with my patnas
To many old school, it's prada
And I keep on killing pussy
So I ride around with doctors
And I can't do this no more! (no more!)
Going to the store (Uh)
I re-up and run out
Make a hunnid bands or more
I got vallyy on my toes, Vally on my toes
Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes
Stackin money I fuck hoes
I don't wash clothes, I get new ones
Chains on, talking bout 2 of 'em, But today?
I'm wearin a few of 'em
Use to trappin at that texico
My plug, is from Mexico
My girl is professional
I love to trap
X and O's

[Hook]

I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan I dont wan go no more more more
Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

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