paroles de chanson Publicity Stunt - Gucci Mane
1017
(blrrd)
He
tryna
pull
a
publicity
stunt
(damn)
These
rappers
be
pussy,
they
bleed
once
a
month
Don't
speak
on
my
name,
don't
get
put
in
a
blunt
You
can
diss
all
you
want,
still
won't
get
a
response
(nah)
It's
still
free
the
gang
'til
they
get
out
the
joint
(slam)
Stop
beatin'
'round
the
bush
and
just
to
the
point
(slam)
You
wanna
be
me,
I
know
what
you
want
But
you
ain't
gotta
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(nah)
Live
by
the
gun
then
you
die
by
the
gun
(baow)
Ain't
gotta
cap
'bout
the
shit
that
I
done
My
nigga
got
bond
and
he
went
on
the
run
(go)
Got
my
roof
in
the
trunk
and
my
trunk
in
the
front
(dump)
Droppin'
the
ceilin',
I'm
thinkin'
I'll
dump
(dump)
Kill
for
a
livin'
and
murder
for
fun
(graow)
We
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(no)
Nah,
we
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(Go)
Why
you
diss
me
for
publicity
nigga?
(huh?)
Is
you
in
the
streets
or
a
industry
nigga?
(well
damn)
Is
you
my
fan
or
my
enemy,
nigga?
My
money
too
grown
to
be
kiddin'
with
niggas
(it's
long)
I
beat
it
with
niggas,
play
talk
on
the
bunk
One
nigga
didn't
pay,
he
got
stabbed
and
runned
up
(huh,
uh)
Say
he
my
opp
but
try
dappin'
me
up
(graow)
Give
a
round
of
applause
'cause
we
clappin'
him
up
(clap)
Trappers
"R"
Us,
come
in
traffic
with
us
Gon'
finesse
on
your
bitch,
go
to
Texas
with
us
(nah)
Say
we
the
reason
the
prices
went
up
I
ran
off
on
the
plug
and
I
doubled
it
up
(ew)
These
old
niggas
just
don't
know
when
to
shut
up
(shh)
Better
call
yourself
lucky
if
you
walk
on
a
crutch
I
got
long
arms,
I
can
reach
out
and
touch
you
We
got
them
singers,
they
send
off
to
Russia
Ain't
no
disputin',
I
kill
like
I'm
Putin
Got
a
truck
full
of
shooters,
I
move
like
I'm
Trump
Soldiers
stand
guard
for
me
like
I'm
Obama
Try
go
get
some
gas
and
got
killed
at
the
pump
Say
you
got
hits,
but,
look,
you
in
a
slump
Say
that
you
rich
but
you
live
in
a
dump
My
jit
go
retarded,
a
switch
on
the
pump
(yeah)
Tell
him
shoot
when
he
open,
he
say
he
wanna
dump
(shoot,
baow)
He
tryna
pull
a
publicity
stunt
(damn)
These
rappers
be
pussy,
they
bleed
once
a
month
(yeah)
Don't
speak
on
my
name,
don't
get
put
in
a
blunt
(shh)
You
can
diss
all
you
want,
still
won't
get
a
response
(ha)
It's
still
free
the
gang
'til
they
get
out
the
joint
(slam)
Stop
beatin'
'round
the
bush
and
just
to
the
point
(slam)
You
wanna
be
me,
I
know
what
you
want
(I
know)
But
you
ain't
gotta
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(no)
Live
by
the
gun
then
you
die
by
the
gun
(graow)
Ain't
gotta
cap
'bout
the
shit
that
I
done
(no)
My
nigga
got
bond
and
he
went
on
the
run
(go,
go,
go,
go)
Got
my
roof
in
the
trunk
and
my
trunk
in
the
front
(trunk)
Droppin'
the
ceilin',
I'm
thinkin'
I'll
dump
(dump)
Kill
for
a
livin'
and
murder
for
fun
(graow)
We
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(nah)
Nah,
we
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(go)
It's
free
Pooh
and
Foo
'til
it's
backwards,
you
bastards
(Foo)
"Why
you
sign
goons?"
I
don't
fuck
with
these
rappers
(Foo)
Claim
that
they
real,
but
they
know
they
some
cappers
I
take
a
trap
and
I
make
'em
go
platinum
Fuck
makin'
excuses,
I'm
makin'
it
happen
I
put
that
shit
on,
and
spend
ten
K
on
fashion
(I
do)
Trick
on
the
bitch
like
I'm
Robert
Kardashian
(I
do)
Makin'
more
money
than
you
can
imagine
(I
will)
When
you
caught
lackin',
that's
when
they
attackin'
Thought
I
was
splurgin',
didn't
know
I
was
stackin'
(didn't
know)
White
and
gold
jewelry,
they
said
I
was
tacky
(brr)
She
gave
me
head
and
I
gave
her
a
rack
(woo)
It
came
out
his
mouth,
now
he
can't
take
it
back
Watch
what
you
say,
who
you
callin'
a
rat
These
niggas
spread
gossip
then
call
it
a
fact
'Fore
we
give
a
statement,
we'll
lay
on
the
mat
(wow)
Free
all
the
soldiers
who
never
roll
over
Who
fight
for
their
life,
gotta
sleep
with
a
knife
Dawg
went
to
trial
and
they
gave
him
a
life
But
he
won
his
appeal,
now
he
covered
in
ice
(brr)
Young
nigga
mixin'
codeine
with
the
Sprite
(lean)
He
gon'
bust
you,
gon'
sign
it
and
get
three
hundred
likes
(graow)
Shouts
to
Adidas,
he
steppin'
for
stripes
And
give
back
to
the
hood,
I
bought
three
hundred
bikes
(it's
Gucci)
He
tryna
pull
a
publicity
stunt
(damn)
These
rappers
be
pussy,
they
bleed
once
a
month
(damn)
Don't
speak
on
my
name,
don't
get
put
in
a
blunt
(shh)
You
can
diss
all
you
want,
still
won't
get
a
response
(huh)
It's
still
free
the
gang
'til
they
get
out
the
joint
Stop
beatin'
'round
the
bush
and
just
to
the
point
(slam)
You
wanna
be
me,
I
know
what
you
want
(no)
But
you
ain't
gotta
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(damn)
Live
by
the
gun
then
you
die
by
the
gun
Ain't
gotta
cap
'bout
the
shit
that
I
done
My
nigga
got
bond
and
he
went
on
the
run
(pew)
Got
my
roof
in
the
trunk
and
my
trunk
in
the
front
(dump)
Droppin'
the
ceilin',
I'm
thinkin'
I'll
dump
(dump)
Kill
for
a
livin'
and
murder
for
fun
We
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
Nah,
we
ain't
'bout
to
pull
no
publicity
stunt
(I
thought
you
felt
like
Gucci
Mane
in
2006)
(I
thought
you
felt
like
Gucci
Mane
in
2006)
(I
thought
you
felt
like
Gucci
Mane
in
2006)
(I
thought
you
felt
like
Gucci
Mane
in
2006)
(Well
damn)
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