Текст песни Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin) - Gucci Mane feat. Slim Dunkin
Thousand
bags
of
that
mid
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
shit
that
get
yo
kidz
rich
(hell
yea)
Hundred
bags
of
that
kush
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
president
bush
shit
(hell
yea)
[X2]
This
that
arm
on
my
kush
shit
My
girlfriend
think
she
president
bush
bitch
Hell
yea,
and
I'm
gon
off
that
lean
shit
My
brotha
duke
keep
on
sendin
me
that
green
shit
Fuck
jail
gucci
time,
and
I'm
hoodrich
I'm
in
that
zone
6,
and
I
throw
it
like
the
first
pitch
My
yellow
rari,
in
the
front
and
I
parked
it
A
black
chick
in
some
heels
match
the
carpet
I'm
pullin
up
to
the
club
like
I
own
it
Ain't
with
that
bullshit,
gucci
don't
condone
it
My
tolerance
get
low
with
the
flexxin
I
woke
up
bought
my
main
chick
a
lexus
Thousand
bags
of
that
mid
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
shit
that
get
yo
kidz
rich
(hell
yea)
Hundred
bags
of
that
kush
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
president
bush
shit
(hell
yea)
[X2]
I
be
the
bricksquad
youngin
Stankin
like
a
funyan
All
these
otha
rap
niggas,
toed
like
a
bunyan
I'm
BS
and
you
BS
But
I'm
BRICKSQUAD
and
you
BULLSHIT
Pistol
like
a
chapporone
We
goin
on
a
school
trip
Places
that
you
neva
seen
Blowin
on
that
stoopid
green
Rollin
on
a
stoopid
beam
Hit
the
scene
in
limozine
Coke
and
promthzine
Diamonds
I'm
my
pinky
ring
Nigga
wat
the
fuck
u
mean
Bricksquad
dream
team
I
got
money
to
blow,
naw
I
ain't
drizzy
Money
make
the
world
go
round,
that's
why
I'm
dizzy
Standin
behind
gucc,
flock,
the
like
who
is
it
Slim
dunkin
in
this
mothafuck
Cut
the
chicken
Thousand
bags
of
that
mid
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
shit
that
get
yo
kidz
rich
(hell
yea)
Hundred
bags
of
that
kush
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
president
bush
shit
(hell
yea)
[X2]
It's
big
gucci,
excuse
me
while
I
ball
Until
my
release,
my
nigga,
no
lights
out
Lights
out,
creep
on
in
silence
Why
do
I
pull
more
violence
Wen
unviolent
While
my
tatoos
smilin
To
remind
me
of
the
time
they
robbed
me,
with
no
problem
Now
my
problems
solved,
and
they
rovolvin
around
all
these
countries
And
I'm
country,
stretch
from
here
to
compton,
to
boldacrest...
That's
something
to
those
who
have
nothin
No
bluffin
bricksqaud
no
cuffin
Thousand
bags
of
that
mid
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
shit
that
get
yo
kidz
rich
(hell
yea)
Hundred
bags
of
that
kush
shit
(hell
yea)
This
that
president
bush
shit
(hell
yea)
[X2]
1 Trick or Treat (feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh the Kid and Waka Flocka)
2 My Year
3 Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin)
4 Pancakes
5 Pancakes (feat. Waka Flocka and 8ball)
6 Pretty Bitches
7 Brinks (feat. Master P)
8 I Don't Love Her
9 I Don't Love Her (feat. Rocko and Webbie)
10 Shout Out to My Set (feat. Wooh the Kid)
11 Reckless (feat. Cap and Chill Will)
12 Shout Out to My Set
13 Reckless
14 This Is What I Do (feat. Waka Flocka and OJ Da Juiceman)
15 Mouth Full of Gold
16 Mouth Full of Golds (feat. Birdman)
17 24 Hours
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