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lirik lagu gucci mane - on me

[intro]
a thug’s life don’t matter. we don’t give a sh-t about you d-mn thugs, your life don’t matter. and you sons of b-tches, you fixin’ to find out how it don’t matter cause you done p-ssed us off, you bunch of b-st-rds

[pre-hook: gucci mane]
big, big, big pistol me (still on guc’)
you lose your life, f-ckin’ right, try me and bleek (burr)
i put my first gat first, then sting, i don’t think
i get your head to the white, make your sh-t pink
all og pink, don’t f-ck with me
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i need a detox cause i’ve been smoking kush all week
and if i p-ss some dirty urine then i’m up sh-t creek
i’m major tourin’ shows everyday, i gets no sleep
my money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3
my left pinky nine karat diamond cut so neat
and if i told you what it cost, you would say “golly”
i spend 50k a month and that’s just on chains
i got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the vip
i got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat
and plus my shoes’ll eat your face like bon appet-t
the feds looking at me, know they got they eyes on me
i feel like 2pac when he made all eyez on me

[hook: gucci mane]
i keep the glock on me
stupid glock on me
i can’t let ’em get the drop on me
i keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me
lord knows i got guap on me
stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me
i paid a million for this watch on me golly
and my bricks so young, my birds gon’ need id
i feel like 2pac when he made all eyez on me

[verse 2: 2pac]
b-tch you misdemeanor i’m raisin h-ll like felonies
mr. makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these
intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
got a mercedes for these tricks, that thought i quit
then got a drop top jag for these b-tches that’s on my d-ck
go to a club in a pack, i’m smokin’ bud in the back
i wait for n-gg-s to trip, cause b-tch i love to scr-p
now mama raised me as a thug n-gg-, where the love n-gg-s?
i’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer
i went from rocks to ‘zines, writing raps and movies
i went from trustin’ these tricks now they all want to sue me
so f-ck em’ all

[verse 3: gucci mane]
it get so lonely at the top, i need some company
my swears so stupid that these hoes be holding domes for me
she wanna stay with me, know that i’ma faithfully
i’m like a drug to her, she can’t walk away from me
n-gg-s don’t play with me cause i keep ak’s with me
police survalliance i know they f-ckin’ taping me
but all they gonna see is diamond cars and currency
i’m currently out the country chasin’ currency
i got some weed on me now and some ecstasy
30 grams and a nine and a knife on me
watch your mouth bout me, dirty south i be
do your momma teach you don’t talk when grown folks speak? (it’s gucci)

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