Из альбома The Lost IIII (2015/401).
Освободись Освободи себя Освободи себя от холода в сердце Разбуди в душе ураган страстей Если тебе некуда деться Вина красного в стакан налей Смотрю в твои глаза И вижу в них пустоту Холодная как снег слеза Стекает по твоему рту Мне нечего тебе сказать Потому что ты меня не слышишь Сегодня все повторится опять Но на сердце станет тише Освободи себя от холода в сердце Разбуди в душе ураган страстей..
Or 'cos' jus' like Gucci Mane.
Trap Magic (2015/400).
Is you rollin? Bitch I might be Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now everything was gravy 'til your bitch came in Bout the same time that that thang kicked in Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinkin' this Buffie The Body Ain't your name 'lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin' Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin' On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple Gucci is your time give me five more minutes And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin' Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man The next thing you know I was throwin' rubberbands Is you rollin? Shawty tellin' me she ain't neva suck no dick Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now But I wish I had a lie detector test right now You say you marry well bitch you might be But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves that's three Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme Wearin' doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked Top the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin' rollin' rollin' we ain't slept in weeks Is you rollin? Gucci Mane the fly nigga get your mind right Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40 I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pillz call me in the morning Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal Is you rollin? Ay wassup Gucci Mane Why you sweatin' so hard? Is you rollin' or somethin' Shit well baby I might be But got damn what is you doin' You jockin' a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right Look I ain't (K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum What I'm doin is not your business But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress So do what you do aight I'm a give you this hundred dollars Go get you what ever you drankin' Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices Five crunk juices and we'll be straight how bout that And is you straight is you single or is you marry Cause I might be, I might be, I might be, I might be
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