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Scholar - Gucci Mane (古驰·马内)
I guess run cool you a game but you just a f**kin lame
I can put you up on something but you still wouldn't lie or nothing
You know the game is to be sold man pull up fore you lames might
(Can't just give that sh*t to you ni**a)
I spent half of my life ni**a sellin crack coc*ine
( in this sh*t ni**a)
I'm a victim of the dop game I don't like the 9-9
I don't like the main drop I just like coc*ine drop
All I do is drop top man I'm so goddamn hot
If you got a old car then go get a new one
If you don't got no script go and get yo 2 gun
Got a b**ch so fine with me she make me wanna do some
I told her baby call me Mr Never Ever you's a kill throwin
Baby got that slow tone my trap like a group home
I'm bad with niggas but I'm good with b**ches
Language of man sound superstitious
I like the riches no pot to piss in
Three years going I ain't seen no Christmas
Six months going I ain't seein no drop
Work do good they don't ever get slow
Putting bar doors on all my houses
I'm a put her with all my flows
Talk a b**ch drag a b**ch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill niggas ain't turning sh*t down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar
Talk a b**ch drag a b**ch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp money turnin don't sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate but guess what I'm a trap scholar
Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars
Drag a b**ch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar
Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollars
And if your b**ch with me no need to call don't even bother
Limpin screamin pimpin turn my trap to a damn brothel
Need these pieces on my Charger tryna dodge every pothole
You ain't gotta worry bout yo b**ch cause yo boys got er
Said she want some d**k then guess what she gon get a whole lotta
Nothing but I think I need a goddamn and a rider
If this Rollie keep it rolling for Wale I holy moly
I'm golden coming gold deep
Can't remember these f**k niggas homey
I'm a young ni**a but I OG
I'm bout to turn these to the old me
And no OC I could OD cause I drink so much damn codeine
I'm solo no codeine
And these mackin letters of my homey
Don't bump I ain't talkin bout mollies
Have more paint talkin bout coffee
I don't give a damn about you ni**a and don't give a damn about the police
Talk a b**ch drag a b**ch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill niggas ain't turning sh*t down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar
Talk a b**ch drag a b**ch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp money turnin don't sh*t but my damn collar
Police man be chasin wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate but guess what I'm a trap scholar