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no love - gucci mane lyrics

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(hook)
thirty inches on the truck, n-gg-, no rule
and i don’t get this car, sucka, no look
gon’ drive it crunked up, n-gg-, straight mud
so your first impression is a n-gg- sell drugs
i got ball, playa money, y’all get keished up
and if you get money, n-gg-, we can link up
i might pull to the club in the grey shorts
i’m smokin’ out the pound bag, n-gg-, straight bud

(verse)
these f-ckin’ shootaz strange, let ’em b-tches hang
jest this easter lana n-gg-, spend this easter lana kane
the girls sprain, i’m actin’ when she see my chain bling
f-cked so many diamond necklaces her neck turn into ecstasy
just came back from texas, i just reel up with the mexicans
when i phone the plug, i don’t delete, i love these messages
gucci mane neglect the sh-t, i started all this flexin’ sh-t
bells of cushion, bells of perm to different adresseses
white sh-t that i’m sellin’ will make you turn on yo relatives
cop the plug, come shout with me, you know i got them melodies
kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the rest room
n-gg-s say they got that gas, well, gucci got that jet fuel

(hook)
thirty inches on the truck, n-gg-, no rule
and i don’t get this car, sucka, no look
gon’ drive it crunked up, n-gg-, straight mud
so your first impression is a n-gg- sell drugs
i got ball, playa money, y’all get keished up
and if you get money, n-gg-, we can link up
i might pull to the club in the grey shorts
i’m smokin’ out the pound bag, n-gg-, straight bud

(verse)
i put fours on the coupe, they say it wouldn’t fit
and i drop thirties on the trunk, they say the same sh-t
told them thirty for a brick, they say i’m insane
but it’s a try, they say gucci say the same thing
all my rockets ‘sache, chicks sendin’ for a t-shirt
i got thirty on my hippies, then they clip it how the heap work
cold -ss n-gg-, they should call a n-gg- ac
got these n-gg-s ? i drop three ’em in my ep
foes! and when they come to hold you, i got ’em
keep them playn games with they chains, so i shot ’em
got it, realest n-gg- in it, don’t you doubt it
4 hunit for that rarri, b-tch i’mma jump up out ‘im
go, hiump!

(hook)
thirty inches on the truck, n-gg-, no rule
and i don’t get this car, sucka, no look
gon’ drive it crunked up, n-gg-, straight mud
so your first impression is a n-gg- sell drugs
i got ball, playa money, y’all get keished up
and if you get money, n-gg-, we can link up
i might pull to the club in the grey shorts
i’m smokin’ out the pound bag, n-gg-, straight bud

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