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gucci mane - killin it lyrics

[verse 1:]
got a bakery in ma ap
pastries on 8th street
pull up in that mclaren thing they mistaking me for jay z
everyday that’s shrimp and lobster i hate beef
don’t hate me i’m hated proof, thats hp
i got a feeling this summer ima k!ll this shit
just dropped a couple hundreds at the dealership
the beat was ight until i got on the mof-cker now everybody wanna feel this shit
ima drink and drive till i wipe out
drive a hundred miles with the lights out
i would take her to the crib she’d be psyched out
so i f-cked ma x girl at ma wife’s house

[chorus]
man i’m in a matching cooling, with a lot a trouble
got yo main hoe drooling, hard d-ck and bubble gum
man i’m hitting it from the back as she say she bout to f-cking c-m
then i pull out give ma homeboy some
man i’m k!lling this b-tch i’m k!lling it, k!lling it
i said i’m k!lling this b-tch i’m k!lling it, k!lling it [x2]
i’m slapping her -ss i’m pulling her hair i’m k!lling it, i’m k!lling it

[verse 2: gucci mane]
got a bad b-tch on ma line shawty so fine i ain’t gotta co-sign for it
b-tch so bad to tell you the truth i ain’t really even got no time for it
shawty so low i got down for her, no she don’t work nigga grinding for her
respect my shine and respect my mind respect my grind she mine bruh
my old b-tch got her head down my new b-tch got her eyes up
bossed up, business lady i’m the man behind her
i ain’t gotta lie to her so what she doing the lying for
and ima get money nigga just got to remind ya
hit that club and shut it down, hit the mall that’s how we ball
when we in town we buying round and her tops in the lost and found
and all i wanna really know is how far you would really go
say you wanna get below but do you really wanna know

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
a lil nasty mof-cker (i’m nasty) take yo b-tch and f-ck her bad
get some head from her send her home with a brand new bag
ever since i came out the womb i had a brand new swag
mel smashing out the parking lot with a paper tag
i’m k!lling this b-tch i’m k!lling her hitting it from the back
i’m pull her hairs hard and i slap her -ss
ma this b-tch think that i’m crazy like i’m taking ripley
blowing fours daily i’m f-cking up ma kidney
double f(s) with me fo fo fending shrimp and lobster everyday i’m talking benny
know i’m bout to make ma crab faint talking leaning
i’m bout the gang a couple pounds shopping at the lenny’s

[chorus]

- gucci mane lyrics

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