paroles de chanson Story - Gucci Mane , Young Dolph
I
got
25
pipes
in
my
book
bag
25
ounces
of
that
OG
gag
I
got
a
mouthful
of
y'all
niggas
OG
bag
And
I'm
a
paper
round
1 and
y'all
not
fed
I
got
the
pretty
ice
glass
with
the
dragons
I
made
a
half
of
mil
made
out
of
fan
kits
And
I
still
get
the
dough
to
your
daddy
Coming
on
'cause
you
know
I
fuck
your
mamy
26
is
great
8 with
the
headbag
Can't
hear
from
your
mama
what
a
G
bag
Red
4's
on
already
black
bentley
Crib
blue
forging
lookin
just
like
pentley
On
way
nigga
but
I
rhyme
on
the
schemeless
Just
hit
a
lick
so
I'm
finna
spend
plenty
Pop
up
in
the
club
I
ain't
thought
up
in
the
20
I
at
least
made
20
mil
on
I
20
20
year
old,
hit
20
fucking
licks
30
years
old
Gucci
20
year
old
bitch
Acting
roze
at
30
years
old
Suicide
dogs,
I
don't
wanna
die
bitch
Got
a
call
from
my
niggas
said
daddy
what
a
bleach
Tell
me
where
you
wanna
come
that's
where
he
will
be
Pillow
with
a
mac
11
rding
for
the
fresh
And
a
nigga
gon
jump
me,
a
nigga
gon
jump
Just
got
a
call
and
my
dog
got
some
steady
Get
the
car
keys
and
the
chopper's
out
the
alley
This
the
part
of
the
game
where
shit
gets
tragic
Nigga
say
he
got
problem,
we
gotta
let
him
have
it
All
a
couple
AK's
and
a
couple
cars
With
my
dog
been
robbin'
now
we
got
a
couple
problems
He
wrong
or
he
right,
bitch
we
shoot
on
sight
Burn
your
man's
house
down
the
next
morning
catch
a
flight
Check
'em
out
her
hope
he
told
his
family
good
night
Out
in
Vegas
partying
like
it
ain't
shit
happened
Out
here
fucking
with
these
bitches
tryin
to
see
what
happenin
I
hate
bitch
ass
niggas
with
a
passion
I
had
to
leave
ain't
got
time
for
no
question
asking
Feet
kicked
up
smoking
and
relaxing
Shoot
a
nigga
ass
out,
John
Paxen
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
will
shoot
you
in
public
Rather
to
a
nigga
that
I
robbed
in
the
public
I
said
I
heard
you
lookin
for
me
and
he
try
to
change
the
subject
Had
that
pussy
in
my
breeze
said
he
thought
I
went
epic
Up
in
told
all
day
riding
through
the
public
Somebody
called
the
police
'cause
they
thought
I
was
gonna
bust
them
I
ain't
get
shit
bad
that
is
not
out
for
discussion
They
say
the
nose
on
6 boys
had
to
be
trusted
But
love
ever
take
you
there
and
pull
up
in
the
cullies
If
your
nigga
had
a
roast
then
the
pussy
nigga
lucky
I
might
pull
up
in
a
Rolls
Royce
and
pull
up
in
a
bucket
Ye
I
rob
your
home
boy
but
I
ain't
motherfucking
ducking
If
you
see
me
in
the
club
better
keep
on
trucking
'Cause
these
niggas
on
the
fuck
shit
and
they
ain't
with
the
fuck
around
Got
a
pistol
with
you
dog
and
here
it's
the
crystal
Matter
of
fact
2 pistols
can't
let
you
get
the
pistol
You
made
it
I
was
8 when
I
first
learned
to
wrestle
I
was
bind
on
cook,
man
those
fuckers
was
catching
Get
silly
squick,
man
the
law
he
was
blessing
Got
a
car
and
then
a
tec
got
a
whole
lot
of
weaponry
How
the
bed
how
the
dough
where
I
go
off
the
extasy
Can't
pull
a
move
maybe
nigga
was
finessing
But
I
broke
off
and
got
it
bigger
on
professionally
Then
my
first
second
mil
put
that
pussy
along
that
massacre
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