Gucci Mane - Real Gas (feat. Waka Flocka Flame) | Текст песни

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[Gucci Mane]
I'm in a real dolly, My life a real movie
Your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie
I'm rockin' real diamonds, you rockin' real .. and this is not a water gun this is a real Uzi

I got more motherfucking money than a preacher ho
I'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago
Got so much jewelry on I look just like a jewelry store
If you a bad bitch why you wearing sneakers for?
You say your ballin' what you sittin in the bleachers for. Rolls Royce a head shot but my charger is a body blow
If you don't suck it right then i guess got to teach the ho, i'm smoking swishers not the same shit Wiz Khalifa blow

I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast
Lil' momma ..
I want her real bad, i got a real bag
I got it on with a long way i got that real cash
I roll with real niggas, i'm talking real killas'
And i suggest you stay in line we got bad tempers
I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie
These other suckas' out here imposters on the real Gucci

[Waka Flocka Flame]
This is a one time .. selling weed, mollies, zans
Steal from me I'm killing all close friends, he smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans
.. county that's gang land, my shooters they got shooters man
He wanna rob better change his plans, when they run in his house everybody backin' out and they shooting man
If you want the pass him river dell i'm out here send 100 bands, on 85 that's real shit, flex to much get your dome kicked
Can't stand a lame and a broke bitch
It ain't hard to tell nigga' I'm the man
Can't fuck with soldiers or middle man
So I'm a boss nigga, i do boss shit
Like a GD I'm a boss bitch, hanging out the window with a chopstick
Got ..
Just to let you know who took your shit
You lame as hell you a free pick, my young niggas they'll murk your ass for a half a brick
Need to rob that's my ..

[Gucci Mane]
I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast
Lil' momma ..
I want her real bad, i got a real bag
I got it on with a long way i got that real cash
I roll with real niggas, i'm talking real killas'
And i suggest you stay in line we got bad tempers
I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie
These other suckas' out here imposters on the real Gucci

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