Gucci Mane Spread The Word текст песни, слова песни Spread The Word Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Spread The Word
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Is Gucci
Burn
Holiday Season
Hey
I'll just remain out here
Gotta get it
Price or G
Holiday Season nigga
[Verse 1:]
When it's winter time I fly to where is summer time
Spend a hunned grad at any given time of day
So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck
Smoking kush infront of twelve like we don't give a fuck
Want some trap shit you came to the right place
In the peach state traffickin these calli grapes
I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Holiday Season
Treat my cars just like my house with curtains on my window
So much codeine in the sprite it look like Pepto-Bismol
Miss me with all that gossip and that innuendoes
They say my diamond chain is ewww they say that I'm a sicko
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the Citgo
You bust it open and you'll see crystals sparkling in the middle
And I never stopped jigging nigga 'cause I'm not a quitter
And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers
[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci man the flayer I got old money, old money
And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them Georgia birds
23 five Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
[Verse 2:]
Come with me you know I got the Charlie Sheen
Hundred pints of purple that's alot of lean
Got 2000 pounds of swag looks like I cut the grass
He said the robbing crew gone snatch me but that made me laugh
So many bank rolls in my wallet pockets bout to bust
Walking trought the mall smelling like a pound of kush
I got thirty grand on me and a.40 Cal
I'm in the Louis V store signing autographs
My plug text me said "it just came"
I texted back "my nigga I be on my way"
I'm selling more scales than spun divies
Got a 4 bedroom with like 12 kitchens
And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house
Got that white girl call it Amy Winehouse
Old school 74 costs a townhouse
Better bring 'em pounds out before I bring the 9 out
[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci man the flayer I got old money, old money
And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them Georgia birds
23 five Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man
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