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clash - gucci mane lyrics

[chorus: gucci mane]
clash, all i do is clash
sipping lean and taking mollys man
i like my drugs to clash
clash, all i do is clash
if you walking i’m gonna splash you
and if i see you we gonna clash
clash, all i do is clash
mix the poochie with the gucci
i don’t like my clothes to match
clash, all my sh-t be clashing
i hate haters with a p-ssion
i see it when we smashing

[verse 1: gucci mane]
clashing, clashing, all my n-gg-s clashing
past around that thrax man
you know these n-gg-s thraxin’
n-gg-s got k!lled yesterday
i don’t know what happened
playing games with gucci
man snitchin’, turned into fashion
i just started of rapping
never stop trapping
custer ave finest n-gg-
you can call me papi
you can call me daddy
cause i use to serve ya mami
gucci mane your gangster
i got grams instead of grammys
run through some valleys
and my cutl-ss super reckless
hold that crystal had to worries
and my n-gg-s set the damage
talk my n-gg-s on
and the hood couldn’t even handle it
these n-gg-s i role with will k!ll these n-gg-s in your family

[verse 2: ogd]
i mix the pimping with the rapping b-tch
twin from robbery, know i’d slap you
know i done this sh-t
call gucci cause he only want to spot this sh-t (spot this sh-t)
the only real n-gg- first
from atlanta peak
it’s ogd, i bought this sh-t for real
ain’t never have a motherf-cking gangster real
this 20k, i got them white for real
call these motherf-ckers, they like keep it real
ogd (ogd), don’t follow me (don’t follow me)
you know i pack that steal
then i pop a n-gg- for real
don’t violate me
i ain’t calling n-body
i’m on my own n-gg-
ask the streets about me
o.g.d

[verse 3: gucci mane]
put that money i be smashing
two hundred on the dash
pick that -ss and smash
marley’s got me clash hands
designers mix match things
haters with a p-ssion
send me to hoe
the way these diamonds be flashing
go outselling it
they mean a ten clashing
choppers get the blast
p-ssy jump side like a rabbit
yea my b-tch is cl-ssic
exotic but she nasty
money over b-tches
so the money i got to have it
you think i’m gonna die
the way these diamonds got these carrots
the haters talk behind my back
i think they need a parrot
you think i’m in my zone
the way you n-gg- be trapping
i’ll haunt you with these bullets
when they gone to get the clappers

- gucci mane lyrics

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