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gucci mane - dead people lyrics

[hook: gucci mane]
i got a pocket full of dead people
evil voices in my head tellin’ me go get this bread
got a pocket full of dead people
evil voices in my head tellin’ me to get this bread
i got a pocket full of dead people
evil voices in my head tellin’ me go get this bread
got a pocket full of dead people
evil voices in my head tellin’ me to get this bread

[verse 1: gucci mane]
got a pocket full of dead guys
evil voices in my head tellin’ me to watch the feds
and i love sellin’ cake pies
it’s a bad b-tch in my bed and she got that stupid head
got me versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin’ out of 5ths
with a lit glock 40 and a couple extra clips
lenox mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
and ain’t that sh-t ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
i can walk the sh-t and i can talk the sh-t
i can talk the sh-t cause i got it
it’s gucci mane, i’m a walkin’ l1ck
got dead people in my pocket
fallin’ off in follie’s, got a bag full of the mollies
a half a mil’ off profit, and my muller got her jockin’

[verse 2: raury]
i’ve been livin’ like a king all week
i’m a peasant at the end of every day
i’ve been chillin’ with my n-ggas in the streets
livin’ like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
reminiscin’ ’bout them bored summer days
blowin’ haze on the east side of atlanta
makin’ moves on the shawty, a hispania
we don’t speak the same language so excuse me if i stammer
i understand you wanna pick up the hammer
and build up your own, she see her brother climbin’ the ladder
it’s your time, yeah it’s somethin’ that you figure
i mean you can do it too but you can’t be a b-tch -ss n-gga
get up off your -ss, find a f-ckin’ craft
make bread, get it back, give it back times 2
who are you? look in the mirror
don’t give a f-ck what they think, you’re the one, you’re the truth
got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the juice
mothaf-cka you the man like an 8th grade jew
you can chew through any zebra -ss in the zoo
any n-gga tryna act hard as some leather boots, f-ck them
and anyone tryna step on you, fire burnin’
n-gga learnin’, stay concernin’ bout your paper
now and later ain’t really good time
for a n-gga ’bout his business on wood crest manor

- gucci mane lyrics

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