Gucci Mane - First Day Out | Текст песни

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I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp
No pancakes just a cup of syrup
Baking soda, pot, and a silver spork
You already know it's time to go to work
I'm back off in the kitchen working with a chicken
You get 63 grams for like 12 50
50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy
As soon as it's gone I sell another 60
My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse
Summer comin real soon so I need a vert
I hop up out that van with a duffle bag
And if a nigga try me I'm a buss his ass
I'm counting up money in the living room
Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den
Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins,
Two AK-47s and a blow torch
Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch
A couple old schools in my back yard,
If I don't know ya I'm a serve you thru my burgler bars
Gucci back bitch, Yea I'm back bitch
Did you miss me? Or miss my raps bitch?
This that new shit, that county jail shit
That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shit
You on my shit list, I'm on the Forbe's list
Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks
I'm on that slick shit, that zone 6 shit...

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