Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Goblin lyrics

rate me

I try separate myself between the fake and the past

Need to scream here a bit, down we stand here mother

I were told that gonna hit, down you stand to hide it

You play with gun wide, clear

And we started maley,

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

We stay and labor, we stand in labor

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Bring it on the side, plug up all the time

Soon not a though, nigga in the first time

Get your lied and move on

Should be conscience you need lay down

Young nigga turning to gamble, hit a nigga now without chopper

Don’t need to call it together

Smoke this all like a roaster, fuck, fuck nigags on the roasted

Pop the black like

On that first shit they like sucker, creeping high like on blue

King of the jungle, they do what they do

Die and make it care like fool

You cannot do 52, fuck nigga I gotta chose

Beat nuts and counting all

Fucking your bitch and your group

Hard bitch I’m like what am I do?

Before I get sweat, you know what rappers will do

You know I’m in the rest I got only my dudes

Chopper, chopper that only truth

There from the track and I’m ready to do

Zipping and telling the truth

The niggas are riding and choke on my hallucinate

Are rather choke up on my shoes

Make so much jealous, I’m gambling with it

Don’t chop it with the changes

Watch it the nigga let turn and lay choppers, be there yelling

I try separate myself between the fake and the past

Need to scream here a bit, down we stand here mother

I were told that gonna hit, down you stand to hide it

You play with gun wide, clear

And we started maley,

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

We stay and labor, we stand in labor

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

We stay and labor, we stand in labor

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

You stay on maley with some friends

In the hook with some chicks

There’s the miles you beat it

Bitch can release the snitching

On the band all like ...all six sis he know?

Afraid of God and you got more ambitions

They come for you bitch, your sister, your mom

Separate from the …

Chop a nigga on like you stuck up in the …

There’s just …holding no wander

Coming through like jumping in hamo

No understand to come on and rock all

No guap in, I’m rapping solo

Singing to your mama get on

Do that song for all game

But we should get anything

Fake big dogs, ain’t no onw to quit it

Go hale for bitches, pull up that Hd gonna be dishing

Pull it ok gona be done and get all bitches

I try separate myself between the fake and the past

Need to scream here a bit, down we stand here mother

I were told that gonna hit, down you stand to hide it

You play with gun wide, clear

And we started maley,

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

We stay and labor, we stand in labor

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

And we started maley,

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

Watch out, quick , they turn the gun

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