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lirik lagu gucci mane - hell u talking bout

[hook: young thug]
i ain’t playing no way, i got bands (h-ll you talking about)
no shawty lo i’m the man (h-ll you talking about)
them bricks right here wrapped in saran (h-ll you talking about)
hundred bands my motherf-cking pants (h-ll you talking about)
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout

[verse 1: young thug]
you ain’t talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds
he ain’t got that thing, he a mahf-cking nerd
he a mahf-ckin toilet, i’m a mahf-ckin t-rd?
i’ma cash out on your b-tch and she’ll mahf-cking slurp
put my d-ck inside your drawers i’m all on
i’m a kush rushing working dog
let my [?] tear down her wall
i’m a godd-mn motherf-cking boss
i got godd-mn motherf-cking sauce
she ain’t not godd-mn motherf-cking shark
but she got godd-mn motherf-cking jaws
alphabetical order, i got hoes in alphabetical order
i ain’t scream but i got to slaughter her
and if the b-tch bad i might daughter her, you dig

[hook]
i ain’t playing no way, i got bands (h-ll you talking about)
no shawty lo i’m the man (h-ll you talking about)
them bricks right here wrapped in saran (h-ll you talking about)
hundred bands my motherf-cking pants (h-ll you talking about)
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout, h-ll you talking bout
h-ll you talking bout

[verse 2: peewee longway]
og gas bag i’m loaded down in cash
tip trying to whip some forgis got them showing my -ss
got two hard on my dash i smash
baby say she want cash for this
you ain’t talking about nothing baby longway’ll p-ss
i’m the man in my town [?] like bobby brown
i’m molly santana brown [?] in my rollie
like patrick swayze there’s a round
tip toes i’ll stay down
i ain’t f-cking around with your -ss
two guns i’m doubled down put the f&n on your -ss
if you still talking about friendship i ain’t f-cking around
all that [?] you a rooster now they ain’t around
no i don’t want to hit that i smoking out the pound
nah girl i don’t want to hit that you a nat-nat now

[verse 3: takeoff]
talking about pounds and bricks, huh i speak no english
talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my n-gga you trippin’
n-gga we all know you snitching
thinking you gon’ catch me slipping
i post on the block i’m selling the rock
i see the feds i’m jumping the fences
back to the trap thinking like d-mn what the f-ck these n-ggas plotting
i feel the trap spot is hot i look out the window i knew these n-ggas plotting
helicopter’s on top, swats around my house
no young joc but it’s going down

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