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gucci mane - iran (remix) lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
not going to iran, i’m not going to iran
free all the shootas (yeah)
never backed down from a man, n+gga, i ain’t never ran

[chorus: gucci mane]
never backed down from a man, n+gga, i ain’t never ran (no, no)
if they book me for the draft, i’m not goin’ to iran (no)
call me gucci peter pan, i keep flyin’ to the bands (ah)
i do stunts like jackie chan, i just touched down in j+pan
since they let me out the can, i keep runnin’ up the bands
in the arab with the sand, i’m so hot, i need a fan (hot)
i’m so black, can’t get no tan (ah), but i feel like i’m the man
i put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can’t feel my hands
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i can’t go to war for n0body
b+tch, i got my own bodies (yeah)
everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet (huh?)
bodiеs go to droppin’, it’s on and poppin’
me and my n+ggas went shoppin’ for choppas (pow)
bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want? (pow, pow)
life of a snipеr, pray for my rifle
pray for my rubber then shootin’ my rival
i don’t go to sleep, i just drink with my bible
thinkin’ ’bout bringin’ home member survivors
jump off the tower, money and power
send me to war, but you nothin’ but a coward (woo)
children in broward, students at howard (yeah)
play with my life ’cause you feel you in power (p+ssy)
bum in a blouse that blew out our boss
got caught then got raped then got for tortured for hours
think i’ma l!ck, got a stick in my trouser
reroll machine, i’m piledrivin’ the powder
flag on your casket then send ya some flowers
gucci on bucket, i’m tellin’ ya now (it’s gucci)
i see my opp, then i’m gunnin’ him down
tell my lawyer to start pointin’ him out (him)
know what he do, so i keep him around (him)
gave him the bag and he didn’t say a sound
[chorus: gucci mane]
never backed down from a man, n+gga, i ain’t never ran (no, no)
if they book me for the draft, i’m not goin’ to iran (no)
call me gucci peter pan, i keep flyin’ to the bands (ah)
i do stunts like jackie chan, i just touched down in j+pan
since they let me out the can, i keep runnin’ up the bands
in the arab with the sand, i’m so hot, i need a fan (hot)
i’m so black, can’t get no tan (ah), but i feel like i’m the man
i put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can’t feel my hands

[verse 2: megan thee stallion]
if that b+tch say she want war with me
i’mma come through, give her what she ask
hood b+tch, ride with a pistol on the dash
hood rich, goin’ out, have the money in the stash
if my n+gga say go get ’em
i’m gon’ roll through that b+tch like a tank
i’mma go clear the n+gga out like a rake
i’mma go ape on a n+gga like vape
b+tch, i go run through them trenches for real
thirty+inch hair, but it came for the zeal
if it did look like i’m ready for war
i told ’em, “yeah i like dressin’ to k!ll”
chocolate girl, motherland
flew me out, and got a tan
before he go and hit the block, i f+ck him like he to goin’ to iran (ah)
rode that d+ck like soldier
if it too bomb, i make a n+gga blow up
i have a n+gga talkin’ backwards like yoda
i ain’t never ran from a ho, i show up (ah)
none of you hoes want smoke
sayin’ you would when we both know you won’t
f+ck all that talkin’ let’s go toe+to+toe
i got a temper, ho, watch your tone (ah)
[chorus: gucci mane & k shiday]
never backed down from a man, n+gga, i ain’t never ran (no)
if they book me for the draft, i’m not going to iran (no)
call me gucci peter pan (it’s gucci), i keep flyin’ to the bands
i do stunts like jackie chan, i just touched down in j+pan
since they let me out the can, i keep runnin’ up the bands
in the arab with the sand, i’m so hot, i need a fan (hot)
i’m so black, can’t get no tan (ah), but i feel like i’m the man
i put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can’t feel my hands (so icy)

[verse 3: k shiday]
real shooter, been reckless (uh)
put them boys on my guest list (woah)
.50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (word)
if i slap a mag and put it in the dirt (yeah)
it’s just automatic reflexes (woo)
got two bad b+tches from texas (yeah)
i might slap a ho if she messy (ah)
i burn them off for my kids
d+mn, i’m legit
pour the johnson with the sh+t (who?)
i break ’em off like a kit+kat
hard as a brick, ain’t got no time for no kickback
i’m a motherf+ckin’ veteran (yeah)
obama is my president (yeah)
might pull up to your residence
friendly fire, b+tch, i’m negligent
open fire, i might fine ya (woo)
pin the gun, white house might blind ya (ooh)
d+mn, my conduct so disorderly
i check a n+gga quarterly (mmm)
they closin’ up the doors for me (yup)
might slip, my drip too watery (oh)
you can blame it on the saucery (uh)
eat a pill, b+tch, take it orally

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