Gucci Mane - Cant Walk paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Cant Walk - Gucci Mane



I told your girl to go hard, dont even play with the dick
The bitch so fine, I stay away from the chick
Her ass so fat, I gotta pay for the shit
No lie she so bad, you take a trip with the bitch
White girl in the bedroom, pillow talking and shit
Michael jackson, chest diamonds, moon walking and shit
She got some hips bigger than a hipopotamus ass
Try to put the dick all in your esophagus babe
She said can we got get some rubbers, I said lets eat on the way
Im tryina leave a good impression bitch, yeah right on your face
She told me Gucci you a dog, I told her gimme a break
Ill take you anywhere you want, except take you on a date, its gucci
Down, down, I swear these niggas in troubble
Pockets so fat that I cant walk, walk,
I swear these bitches in trouble
So geeked up, that she cant talk, talk
These diamonds got me so turnt up
Your bitch choosing me so how is my fault, fault
She telling herself, she think that she so turnt up
I told her get her shit and get out my house, house
Gucci, Gucci, thats my motherfucking dawg
Bsn going hard, we putting on
Woo da kid thuggin like the 94 pac
Hunned round drum, bug got 94 shots
Diamonds got me turnt, your bitch on my dick
Everything squad baby, everything brick
We be going hard nigga, we be on our shit
Brand new 40 with a suppin rubber grip
I be on m grind, swear you niggas over with
Bricksquad all 4, we aint sposin shit
My pockets so dumb, that I cant walk
And if we aint speaking money
Then it aint a nigga talk
Down, down, I swear these niggas in troubble
Pockets so fat that I cant walk, walk,
I swear these bitches in trouble
So geeked up, that she cant talk, talk
These diamonds got me so turnt up
Your bitch choosing me so how is my fault, fault
She telling herself, she think that she so turnt up
I told her get her shit and get out my house, house.




Gucci Mane - Trap God
Album Trap God
date de sortie
16-10-2012




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