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mini 14 (round 2) - gucci mane lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
uh!
yuh
get ’em
gucci
big cat, laflare
yuh! what up?
gucci mane, check it
big cat, laflare
let’s move it
check it

[chorus: gucci mane]
i came to the scene with a mini 14
sh*t ain’t been the same since i turned 14
tryna get a deal in my dope boy jeans
you’s a local crack fiend on the gucci mane team
i came to the scene with a mini 14
sh*t ain’t been the same since i turned 14
tryna get a deal in my dope boy jeans
you’s a local crack fiend on the gucci mane team

[verse 1: gucci mane]
mini mac*10, wit many mo clips
text mеssagin thugs, talkin bout put it on crip
watchin every move so i know you gon’ slip
whеn da carbon 15 hit ya, know ya gon’ flip
why you try me, f*ck cte b*tch
knew you was a hater from that mtv sh*t
specially at ya shows, you and crackhead weel
still independent, don’t need no deal
mo money, mo bullets, mo n*ggas to k!ll
we can do it like some g’s
i’ll go straight in ya grill
you’s a thug imposta, you deserve an oscar
album ain’t hot, def jam finna drop ya
[chorus: gucci mane]
i came to the scene with a mini 14
sh*t ain’t been the same since i turned 14
tryna get a deal in my dope boy jeans
you’s a local crack fiend on the gucci mane team
i came to the scene with a mini 14
sh*t ain’t been the same since i turned 14
tryna get a deal in my dope boy jeans
you’s a local crack fiend on the gucci mane team

[verse 2: black magic]
you went from old school chevy’s to meech coupe
might as well kneel down in front of meech boots
n*gga f*ck around with bk, might kidnap coach, and shoot ya dj
n*ggas see me and they run fa gunz
but i ain’t trippin’, got that mac*90 with the drum
it’s our summer, our year
b*tch, you couldn’t walk a mile in my nike air’s
you ain’t real, you’s a gangsta clone
and you can get it either way with a shake of the chrome
and don’t get the sh*t twisted, this is beef
the kinda sh*t that makes ya grab 2 guns to go to sleep
you f*ck with gucci mane, you f*ck with me, jeezy
and if u love ya career, ya better be easy
cte cornflakes
don’t let me get them mini 14’s and some ducktape
[verse 3: gucci mane
we bustin heads over here, what they do, pimpin?
i see u n*ggas lookin but that gucci ain’t slippin
run up, ayy, ain’t nuthin’ wrong with it
want a war p*ssy n*gga? then a war ya gon’ get it
i went from old school shotguns to ak’s
50 in the clip and everybody gon’ pay
beef with gucci mane, that’s ya first mistake
i get my knife and my fork, gotta and eat ya face
yeahhh, better stay strapped or die, jeezy
you’s a b*tch*ass n*gga betta call meech’s
i can’t do a show? you can’t do a show
hey busta, only made 4 in a row
grab the mini*mac, [?]
i want that n*gga head, so bring it back
so bring it back
bring it back

- gucci mane lyrics

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