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gucci mane - gods witness lyrics

[verse 1]
i was born legendary on the 12th of february
big fat rich n-gga, call me refrigerator perry
if i p-ss on your head then call it rain, do you believe it?
and your girl’s a freak and i’ma leak it, i can’t keep a secret (f-ck it)
40 thou, chillin’ out, under my posturepedic mattress
look at me now, iced out, d-mn i can f-ck an actress
40 thou for a brick now and that’s not even taxin
turn my spot to a lean house, all i drink is activis
and i ain’t even gotta flex to you b-tch, i’m rich
got the whole wide world shawty on my d-ck
go tell your hot mouth ho she can suck my d-ck
i blow my nose with money ho, i’m snot nose rich
6’s on my chargers so i’m dodging potholes ho
your n-gga lost cuz he got on a movado watch
and spill the sauce, b-tch it ain’t a car that i ain’t got
your n-gga lost it but gucci ’bout to lose his top
she found it s-xy that every problem i got i address it
these n-ggas flexin’, i pistol whip the boy that bring the message
police interrogate me, man f-ck the sh-t, am i arrested?
if not then let me go cuz b-tch i got a show in texas
black n-gga but i gotta stab like i’m mexican
and i’mma hit your next of kin if i don’t have my benjamins
popped two mollies and it boosted my adrenaline
and your baby mama say my nuts taste like cinnamon

[hook]
i pull up in a bentley and i give they -ss the business
tractor trailer full of midget, n-gga come and get it
n-gga you know all the cash i made on i-20
god can be my witness, i’m a real trap n-gga
pull up in the bentley and i give they -ss the business
i’m servin’ by myself cuz i don’t need no co-defendant
hand countin the money lost count at 560
cartel wanna clip me cuz i intercept the shipment

[verse 2]
i’ve been sellin’ dope since a little boy, i ain’t have no choice
two man operation but i ain’t have no voice
i ain’t have no rolls royce and i ain’t have no porsche
but if you step on these air force ones, then your -ss gon’ get jumped, son
gotta apologize to your granddaddy cuz i beat up your grandson
i’ve been jumpin out of that van boy, cuz i owe cash to the landlord
say i whip the n-gga with a pool stick, man gucci mane is no pool shark
all this diamonds sittin’ on my chest baby, they turned me into a cold heart
you can jump in front of these bullets and act like you a braveheart
quick ticket to the graveyard, playin’ hard but you fake heart
you with the won’t bust a grape boys, mine kidnap and rape boys
know the streets ain’t safe boy, suggest you open that safe boy
you’ve been owing me since the 3rd n-gga, and you don’t know it’s the 8 month
like how your blood taste boy, cuz you lyin’ to me in my face boy
your dad say you’re a disgrace, mistake in the first place
glock 40 on my waist, and i tote a pistol on the first date

- gucci mane lyrics

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