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Gucci Mane

Put Yourself In My Shoes

 

Put Yourself In My Shoes

(album: East Atlanta Santa - 2014)


[Hook x2:]
Put yourself in my shoes
Selling weed since high school
Put yourself in my shoes
Rolls-Royce in my house shoes
Put yourself in my shoes
No one really likes you
They scared to stand beside you
Put yourself in my shoes

[Verse 1:]
Put yourself in my shoes
Whole lot of them tattoos
Put yourself in my shoes
Nothin but G's in my crew
Put yourself in my shoes
Have your ass with IVs
Have your ass in the trees, playing round with my cheese
Once a billionaire bitch I may not be
Fuck what a player hater say about me
Bad bitches always lay around me
Gotta have an AK around me
Nigga like to play, but ain't playing on me
Damn if a nigga say he laying on me
I'mma keep a Glock here faithfully
When the police call, just say it ain't me
Your girl is a freak every day of the week
Take it or leave or leave it to me
You gave her a junkie, you gave her a key
You can give her a whip, but don't give her to me
Some of these niggas be breaking her off
Some of these niggas be fucking her free
Hating is rampant, it's like a disease
'95 Air Max on my feet (Gucci!)

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Better check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself
Better cool your tone, better watch your step
Shoulda brought your tone, gotta use your phone
You gambled with your life, you done bet yourself
God bless my health and increase my wealth
All my energy, and all my breath
Gotta lotta enemies, don't wear skinny jeans
I'm a stylist of a star cause I dress myself
Don't need your help, I can dress myself
Gotta big gun, I protect myself
You niggas better come like a hundred deep
Cause there's 200 shots in this shit here
Pistol talking loud and clear
Tryna make it disappear
Ain't come to fight, ain't come to talk
I came to get you outta here
Pussy niggas don't keep it real, faker than a three-dollar bill
2004 was such a year, I think I sold 10 million pills
Pushing weight, I body build
Vacuum sealed a couple mil
Plug just sent so many bills
I'm walking in the club and I brought my scale!

[Hook x2]

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