paroles de chanson Bullet Wound - Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders...
Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders
Your girl never had Christian Louboutins so I bought her a pair
Really it's not an affair, 'cause she fucked a millionaire
Mack 10 with a cooler, fool
These fuck niggas with bullet wounds
Stitchin' hangin out my britches, you can see this from a distance
I've got Bloods and Crips with 30 clips
Fresh ass nigga with a dirty pistol
I'm the same nigga that fucked your sister
You so broke, can't buy no pistol
I'll buy your bitch, I'll buy your life
Don't know when, but your mom'll miss you
Every day I'm on driver, nigga - never catch me in neutral
I ain't doin nothin' in reverse
Well lose you, nigga, now converse
See the concert of my convert
Got the right plan but the wrong purse
I've got yellow gold, I've got rose gold
I've got pink diamonds like Starburst
I don't rehearse, I don't plan first
That nigga strong, hook, I called the right person
Yellow bone, butt naked
If the pussy wack, eject it
Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives
But I don't give a fuck, and if I did I would give it to you
That rainbow has two colors – rhythm and blues, yeah...
I just hope for the time, my time's only...
Say we runnin' out of time, tell that to a time bomb, yeah
Then she kiss me on my bullet wound
Who are you? 'Cause motherfucker I'm me
Fuckin' right - and if she say she catchin' that nut, I throw a strike
I can't believe it's butter, go get my butter knife
Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life
Lil Tunechi, yeah...
Shorty pussy wet, the dope drippin' wet
I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb chick
I do the shit that rappers do without a rap check
I shit on hoes and pour up fours, I got street respect
I'll hit you with that carver, you won't live a double life
I hit you niggas last week, so I got double strike
Foreign bad bitch and she fuckin' on sight
I go Hublots, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice