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gucci mane - left hand lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1: gucci mane]
it’s gucci mane la flare, and i’m a n-gg- got weight
a begging -ss b-tch is really something i hate
hold on, hold on hoe, baby pump yo brakes
when i took you on a date that was my first mistake
on yo body was the bomb it blew up right in my face
i don’t chase these monkey b-tches, i’m the one that’s getting chased
yeah, i’m eatin’ real good, i gotta say my grace
i might fly a b-tch to paris cause that’s just how i play
i might spend a hundred grand, spend it all in one day
and you can come to place, but d-mn b-tch you can’t stay
i’m a social outcast, but my name ain’t andre
i’m smoking california kush, but i’m from sun valley

[chorus]
i wouldn’t give a d-mn if you got grams, i’m in my drop top lamb and i got bands
you the type that i give five with my left hand
she left you and then went on to the next man
so put a check, with a check, with a check, fam
you let yo b-tch wear the pants so call her yes ma’am
i’m from the crest so i can’t hang with no yes man
steal from the squad and i might have to cut off yo right hand
(gucci!)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i work out at walter’s
i trap a lil harder
i think a lil smarter
i don’t wanna be bothered
it’s gucci, imposters
it’s gucci sinatras
yo girlfriend just quit ya, wanna get on my roster
i’m draped in la casta
i’m sippin’ on vodka
i canceled that b-tch, and sent that b-tch to my partner
you braggin’ about her
you say that she slobbed ya’
she set yo -ss up and let sum n-gg-s come rob ya
i’m running sun valley like nino did with the carter
i’m giving you game n-gg-, don’t cost you a quarter
i load my revolver
go jump in my charger
i pull up on yo -ss and turn yo -ss to a martyr

- gucci mane lyrics

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