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gucci mane - threw with that shit lyrics

[verse 1: gucci mane]
gucci! gucci
all these diamonds on me, they dancing on me
she glancing like i’m a star
these giuseppe’s on me, they stepping on me
so i might just stand on the bar
got this weapon on me don’t help me homie
in the parking lot i’m a star
put my bentley to your sentra n-gga
it’s like a bird just sh-t on your car
got 3 birds strapped to your pa
and i might be wearing his ??
if he don’t pay when i tell him to then i’m kidnapping your ma’
got them white diamonds, no flaw
got that bad b-tch with no bra
and if you know what these tear drops mean
then what the f-ck you trying me for?

[hook: gucci mane]
i done showed this b-tch too much too quick
so i can’t cut her off that’s foolishness
she tell on me, it’s over with
man i don’t even want nothing to do with this b-tch
one more run and i’m through with this sh-t
i don’t even want nothing to do with this sh-t
all this cash i’m sick of this sh-t its midnight mane ?
i pour a deuce in 20 juices i swear i’m a fool with this sh-t
but i ain’t drinking lean no more i swear i’m through with this sh-t
i smoke so many blunts of kush i man i’m a fool with this sh-t
but i ain’t smoking that sh-t no more man i’m through with this sh-t
i f-cked so many different b-tches i’m a fool with this sh-t
but i ain’t f-cking with these hoes no more i’m through with this sh-t
so many diamonds on me i done caught the flu with this sh-t
but i ain’t buying that sh-t no more man i’m through with this sh-t

[verse 2: gucci mane]
ain’t no flexing on me, it’s a blessing homie
got a collar shirt with a diamond resting on it
at the concert stressing that your pressing on me
and they d-mn near had to bring a stretcher homie
at the westin homie and your girl is one me
and the girl so cool she brought and extra homie
girl on girl no question homie
d-mn i swear that sh-t was a precious moment
futuristic ride like a jetson homie
got the forgiato rims with the f’s on em’
summer come out they put the dresses on
and the b-tch so fine i put a necklace on her
got a b-tch that call me super sport
she say all my cars got s’s on em’
shout to bun, you a legend homie
did a verse for me, now i got texas on me

[hook: gucci mane]

[verse 3: gucci mane]
i’m through with this sh-t and i’m through with this sh-t
cause’ i know that one of these n-ggas might snitch
which one of y’all gonna be a little b-tch?
which one you young n-ggas wanna get rich?
dropped out of school but he got a little sense
wanna get rich? gotta take that risk
gotta work yo’ b-tch, gotta work your wrist
gotta use good sense, gotta sell that fish
if you sh-t where you p-ss then it don’t make sense
selling bricks with a b-tch then it don’t make sense
they were friends til the end then you snitched on a friend?
well a friend tells the truth and you’re not my friend
if n-ggas were real then n-ggas will win
i never put trust in these n-ggas again
how you my clan you and didn’t stick to the plan?
you say you a man but you told on your man?
sammy the bull, man you know what you did
snitched on them all just to show off to yo b-tch
2 shots in the head for the sh-t that you said
you say you og but you talk to the feds
judas betray me, you gave me this bread
all the time you had dope planted on edge
the city infested man, watch for the plague
watch for the rest and look out the pigs

[hook: gucci mane]

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