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lirik lagu gucci mane - aw-man (acapella)

[intro]
yeah money makin’ records man
t know laflare entertainment
true what’s happening?
yeah, i call’em true cause they know they the truth dawg
that boy gucci
yeah, we make them hoes say

[verse one: yatta mann]
you never seen a thug like this aw man
i’m choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe jackie chan
my money come fast, my work come in grams
my soldiers keep straps like they work for uncle sam
my chain like ugh, my wrist like d~mn!
i show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
drop top porsche, inside d~mn
outside red lookin like a coke can
i keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
i gotta b~tta pecan rican and a french vanilla
my trap boom hard, my b~tch real fine
poppi on the way, we call it crunch time
[chorus: .45]
yo trap don’t boom like mine
yo paper ain’t longer than mine, than mine
aw man {~8x~}
yo b~tch ain’t finna than mine, than mine
yo rims ain’t talla than mine, than mine
aw man {~8x~}

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’mma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
on the block since the age of thirteen with it
in the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
i’m standin over the stove and i’m doin it with one hand
aw man, fruit man, toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
got yam, a long lamb’, i’m sellin that grown man
aw man, i’m on that kush tonight
and i ain’t stoppin chopper hit’chu and your body start rockin
my chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
big cat ruckus, n~gga it’s a movement
this ain’t hip~hop, this is drug dealer music

[chorus: .45]
yo trap don’t boom like mine
yo paper ain’t longer than mine, than mine
aw man {~8x~}
yo b~tch ain’t finna than mine, than mine
yo rims ain’t talla than mine, than mine
aw man {~8x~}
[verse 3: .45]
i trap hard n~gga, stunt hard n~gga
e’ry b~tch in the club jock a young n~gga
fo’~five, big cat representa n~gga
them twenty~eights sittin high, i’m a giant n~gga
blowin kush muh’f~cker, can you smell me n~gga?
ridin through the city flyin with the top back
quarter ki’ of the yam in the knapsack
big tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
me and mailman (geah!) at’cha b~tch house
baby momma cookin work at the trap house
she servin coke like she work at the waffle house
fo’~five count stacks at the stash house

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