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gucci mane - informant lyrics

[hook]
i sit around in the with my young n-ggas
sellin’ narcotics
boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
f-ck 12, cause a n-gga got a 12-gauge shotty
and i heard vicky boy just shot somebody
rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot
rasclat better run, cause im lookin sharp
head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock
and i drop the informant who talk to the d-mn cops

[verse 1]
i’m a soldier on the battlefield
i murk your -ss for real
got a young n-gga who love to k!ll
more bodies than a navy seal
these young boys ain’t got nothin’ to do
but somethin’ to prove and somethin’ to shoot
k!ll you on you birthday
take you cake, and f-ck your lady too
shoot you in your dreads
now, have a rastafarian funeral
“[?] is a traitor” she said to his [?]
hundred wawa’s, all with woppers
ain’t no f-cking breathing room
18 karat golden choppa my hollow tip got diamonds (burr)
extended clip i dipped my clip in rose gold, so it match my jewelry, fool
“gucci mane got stupid money, but that boy ain’t lyrical”
i’m eazy-e, reincarnated, but without the jheri curl (r.i.p.)
without the dre beats on my ear
and ice cubes on my baby girl

[hook]

[verse 2]
here’s you a little tip
gucci mane a miracle
call me anything but lyrical
the sh-t gonna get physical
[?] on your b-tch -ss
i f-cked her in the living room
she tried to get you to rob the wop now the b-tch in critical
short, fine
big b-tt, with a fat purse
[?] nine, show time
make that gat burst
i don’t mind
but, don’t touch it ’till you ask first
my new chick
she’ll eat a d-ck like a bratwurst
[?]
i sip the lean
pancake, mrs. b-tterworth
100k on three whips, that’s a t-rex
100 pounds, i didn’t pay
i got a weed debt

[hook]

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