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gucci mane - outta proportion lyrics

hah
cut that sh-t up quay
scooch (evil)

hah (g*nius)
fast coupe, haha (nyoom)
hah
(mr. nice guy, haha)

if you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that
choppa go, we ain’t got none in common (no)
i hate snitches,
i like b-tches (snitch), but i’m so in love with money (money)
had to cut some of my kinfolks off,
they didn’t keep it one hundred (what’s up?)
if i said it, then i done it (huh?)
f-ck that fake love, i don’t want it
time to renegotiate my contract
b-tch, i feel like andre drummond (wow)
i’ma throw a half a mil’ on instagram lookin’ like i play on sundays
you just chick who suck my d-ck
miss lady, you’re not the other woman (no)
f-ck that friendship that’s platonic (no)
i need a friend that keeps me c-mming (no, no)
touch down in boston, gucci be flossin’
i’m about to ghost on cold steve austin (scooch)
thieves on my trail, but you know i lost ’em (scooch)

four pipes, yeah i quadruple exhaust ’em
outta this world like marvin the martian (hah)
fifty a verse and i’m on the charts
these rappers so fake that they screamin’, “extortion”
my choppa keep blowin’ sh-t out of proportion
shout out these saucin’, n-gg-s are horsin’
booties and t-tties, the perfect proportion
postin’ a pic and it’s makin’ me h-rny (yeah)
baby these carriers, these are not p-wners
k!llin’ that p-ssy, i’m gucci kevorkian
ballin’ in fresno like jerry tarkanian (yeah)
gucci’s the alien, i’m from uranium
droppin’ the top, yeah i’m crackin’ the cranium (drop)

out in the stadium (top) like i play
(guwop), all my kinfolks call me ray (ray)
then my grandad look at me, like, “i’m so d-mn glad you lit”
mind your jury, lookin’ aluminum
why’s it dull, what did you do to them
i’m gettin’ f-cked, pockets on stuffed (ooh)
dressin’ like a plug, yeah i stay jerked up (scooch)
nah we down, picked ’em up
salt me down, yeah f-ck me up (yeah f-ck me up)
too turnt up, too turnt up
knocked me down, but i picked them up (whoa)
salt me down, salt me down
yeah they salt me down, but i turnt them up (no)
but i’m too turnt up (too), i’m so up (up, up, up, up)
wop

outta proportion, outta proportion
my choppa keep blowin’ sh-t outta proportion
outta proportion, outta proportion
my choppa keep blowin’ sh-t outta proportion
outta proportion, outta proportion
outta pro-outta proportion
outta proportion, outta proportion
my choppa keep blowin’ sh-t outta proportion

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