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gucci mane - gucci coming 4 you lyrics

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[intro]
go

[chorus]
one, two, gucci’s coming for you (for you)
three, four, better lock your door (better lock your—)
five, six, he’ll take yo’ b+tch (he’ll take yo’ sh+t)
seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
nine, ten, he’s back again (back again)
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll (huh)
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll

[verse 1]
“gucci mane got long money,” that’s what these b+tches say
“and i’ma pay his bond money”, that’s where my shooter spray (grrra)
my jit went on the run for me
we ain’t related but i feel just like they sons to me (wow)
’cause on my birthday every year, they buy two guns for me (baow)
i did the math, they down to sell two metric tons for me (huh?)
another product of the slum just like me homie
don’t play with me because you know i got a whole army
we in miami, deep with heat, don’t get put on a poster
i keep two shooters on the wing, i feel like eric spoelstra
i got the drop, i know where all my opps be playing poker
my section full of rich+head junkies who hate being sober (sober)
it’s gucci
[chorus]
one, two, gucci’s coming for you (for you)
three, four, better lock your door (better lock your—)
five, six, he’ll take yo’ b+tch (he’ll take yo’ sh+t)
seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
nine, ten, he’s back again (back again)
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll (huh)
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll (go)

[verse 2]
my car cost so much the police don’t even pull me over (huh)
i don’t sign artists no more, i recruit soldiers (woah)
my money done stacked up so tall my sh+t done flipped over (well d+mn)
if it don’t jump the first time, that sh+t gettin’ whipped over (skrrt)
come in my traphouse, need a mask ’cause of the dope odor
just sold a brick, not all at once, four plays for four quarters (sold)
come in my traphouse, need a mask ’cause of the stank odor
it ain’t no way you snaking me ’cause i keep king cobras

[chorus]
one, two, gucci’s coming for you (for you)
three, four, better lock your door (better lock your—)
five, six, he’ll take yo’ b+tch (he’ll take yo’ sh+t)
seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
nine, ten, he’s back again (back again)
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll (huh)
[outro]
eleven, twelve, he escaped from h+ll



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