paroles de chanson Both Sides (feat. Lil Baby) - Gucci Mane
Burr
gang,
leave
a
n-
cold
(What's
happening,
Chi
Chi?)
It
ain't
my
business,
it
ain't
my
beef,
I
ain't
on
no
side
Y'all
got
guns
and
we
got
g.,
but
we
don't
post
ours
Look,
you
poppin'
like
the
giant,
he
just
4'5"
Told
him
hit
'em
in
the
leg
and
make
them
n-
your
size
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
I
made
it
from
the
streets,
it
ain't
no
mercy
on
these
streets
(Nah)
It's
hot
as
mercury,
these
boys'll
murk
you
on
these
streets
These
b-
double
dutch,
so
quick
to
jump
a
nigga
sheets
Got
niggas
slick
competin'
with
niggas
I
ain't
even
competin'
(Facts)
If
you
talk
behind
my
back,
no
need
to
dap
me
when
you
see
me
(No)
'Cause
I
ain't
gon'
shed
no
tear
when
they
pick
you
up
off
the
cement
A
real
d-
boy,
I
make
it
flood
in
any
season
While
rappers
goin'
broke
and
blame
corona
as
the
reason
I
showed
some
n-
cannons,
they
mistook
that
I
was
weak
(Weak)
I
told
them
I
was
stackin',
they
just
thought
that
I
was
cheap
(Cheap)
If
I
took
it,
I
was
mad,
I
still
ain't
finna
give
it
back
No,
"Oops,
sorry,
my
bad,"
consider
that
sh-
as
a
tax
(Sorry)
So
buy
some
Stacy
Adams
and
a
couple
ties
to
match
(Damn)
This
M-
came
with
a
shoulder
strap,
the
only
thing
retract
(Yup)
FourPF
and
one,
zero,
one,
seven
four
tires,
we
flat
And
we
ain't
with
that
pitty-pat
sh-,
we
rat-ta-ta-tat
(Tat)
It
ain't
my
business,
it
ain't
my
beef,
I
ain't
on
no
side
Y'all
got
g-
and
we
got
g-,
but
we
don't
post
ours
Look,
you
poppin'
like
the
giant,
he
just
4'5"
Told
him
hit
'em
in
the
leg
and
make
them
n-
your
size
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
Doin'
songs
for
Gucci
Mane,
now
I
done
ran
them
stupid
bands
up
Make
no
stupid,
shoot
your
mans
up,
it's
a
robber,
put
your
hands
up
The
see
me,
they
switch
the
channel,
I'm
the
real
deal,
Atlanta
Ain't
no
monkeys
in
the
middle,
play
both
sides,
you
get
dismantle
Tuck
my
sh-,
I
got
my
hammer,
f-
that
b-,
ain't
got
no
manners
Can't
hit
that
sh-,
that's
not
my
standard
She
copied
my
dripped,
she
like
me
Grandma
I
kick
me
a
dirty
Fanta,
ridin'
'round
in
these
dirty
Phantoms
I'm
'bout
gettin'
business
and
ain't
sittin'
in
no
worries
I
ain't
with
no
chitter-chatter,
keep
a
bad
one
Fatter
than
the
last
one
We
be
takin'
sh-,
no
askin',
we
be
breakin'
bricks
no
passin'
Everybody
lit,
go
ask,
I
be
in
the
'Vette,
the
fast
one
And
I
got
the
CA,
you
don't
wanna
see
them
It
ain't
my
business,
it
ain't
my
beef,
I
ain't
on
no
side
Y'all
got
g-
and
we
got
g-,
but
we
don't
post
ours
Look,
you
poppin'
like
the
giant,
he
just
4'5"
Told
him
hit
'em
in
the
leg
and
make
them
niggas
your
size
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
These
n-
gon'
end
up,
they
keep
on
playin'
both
sides
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
They
gon'
need
a
lot
of
black
suits,
a
bunch
of
bowties
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