Gucci Mane - Jay Fizzle.lrc

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[00:01.197][Intro: Jay Fizzle & Young Dolph]
[00:02.675]None of these niggas don't like me
[00:05.220]Take that shit up with God though, nigga
[00:08.025]**** you talking about
[00:09.029]Na I'm talking 'bout? See you **** niggas, nigga
[00:11.608]We in the air my nig, we don't talk about you bitches at the round table nigga, we wait 'till we get around the squarest table we can find to talk about you **** niggas
[00:20.146]Na I'm talking about? for real nigga, still money counting, still overseas slanging nigga, still outta space flavor
[00:26.170]Bitch
[00:26.981][Verse]
[00:27.231]I'm in the trap, serving shit like a waiter
[00:28.791]Stack it up daily, stacking my paper
[00:31.060]I know they hate a nigga, but we ain't the same, You niggas chasing bitches
[00:34.329]Bankroll can't fold, pockets on swole
[00:36.113]Got so much ice, **** around catch a cold or the flu, racks on me blue
[00:38.887]Stay lying to my bitch, while she always telling a nigga I'm the truth
[00:41.710]Lil' nigga don't like me, so what? These racks in my pocket, I'm sewin'
[00:45.265]Last nigga that played, got tore up, we caught him in traffic, that lil' nigga hold up
[00:49.664]He had a gun, he ain't pop it
[00:51.184]I'm shitting on all these lame ass rappers, and can't one nan' these lil' niggas stop me
[00:55.411]They do not hesitate (They kill you)
[00:56.993]Swear, imma keep counting this paper as long as they print it
[00:59.277]You don't gotta listen to hear me, but when I get done, on my mama, these niggas gon' feel me
[01:02.790]Rest in peace Nipsey, I stay with a .60 by me
[01:04.547]Ice Box, bought a chain, I ain't care what it cost (Ayy, **** that shit man, we having plenty of this shit, racks racks)
[01:09.314]Bitch, I'm the realest, the illest
[01:10.568]Got 5, 6 tennis chains on my neck, feel like Serina
[01:13.374]Stuck in the trap, 'till I run up a million (**** all that) nah, I want a billion, dollars
[01:17.136]Play and get popped like a bottle, 100k worth of ice, 'round my collar
[01:20.147]Turned up, can't turn down, broke the volume
[01:21.903]Hit the bitch from the back, with the speakers all the way up, cause the bitch keep hollerin' (Too loud)
[01:25.419]Young nigga too fresh, I be too stylin'
[01:26.924]Just copped the foreign off the lot, and I pay all cash, brand new, no miles
[01:30.499]These clear diamonds when you see me smile
[01:32.034]Cost a lot of cheddar, so I can't stop cheesing
[01:33.792]Got rocks in my ears, size of a donut
[01:35.296]Keep a whole hundred K in my bag for the **** of it
[01:37.061]I know they don't like me
[01:38.560]I'm juiced up, like a Hi-ci
[01:40.321]My neck and wrist, so icy, I feel like Gucci
[01:44.061]Just walked up out the trap house, hopped in the drop, I'm finna coupe it
[01:47.317]My pockets stuffed with dog shit, I've been puffin' pounds of Stewie
[01:50.577]Say you don't like me? (I don't give no ****s)
[01:53.802]My pockets fat, hoe, cause they stuffed
[01:57.341]I know they mad, I'm filthy rich (Stay outta your feelings, hoe ass nigga, yeah yeah)
[02:05.391]Ice on me hockey, yeah bitch, I'm poppin'
[02:06.897]Just ask around, I'm the hottest (On God)
[02:08.713]And bitch, I'm the topic, nigga can't stop it, I'm on they ass like bad pockets
[02:12.248]I'm on their ass like a shit stain, go and ask your hoe, I'm the shit mane
[02:15.777]Niggas be tough on the IG, see me in public, and won't do shit mane
[02:19.289]I ain't the toughest, but I ain't no hoe
[02:21.044]Lil' nigga play, put his ass on the floor
[02:22.550]Lil' nigga play, put a slug in his throat
[02:24.855]Pockets so fat, got me bow legged
[02:26.249]Catch an opp, code red, can't take him out
[02:27.789]Gottem boy, I put the hood on the map
[02:29.562]Trap god, I put it down in the trap
[02:31.341]Flip me a pack, and put ice in my mouth

文本歌词

None of these niggas don't like me
Take that shit up with God though, nigga
**** you talking about
Na I'm talking 'bout? See you **** niggas, nigga
We in the air my nig, we don't talk about you bitches at the round table nigga, we wait 'till we get around the squarest table we can find to talk about you **** niggas
Na I'm talking about? for real nigga, still money counting, still overseas slanging nigga, still outta space flavor
Bitch
I'm in the trap, serving shit like a waiter
Stack it up daily, stacking my paper
I know they hate a nigga, but we ain't the same, You niggas chasing bitches
Bankroll can't fold, pockets on swole
Got so much ice, **** around catch a cold or the flu, racks on me blue
Stay lying to my bitch, while she always telling a nigga I'm the truth
Lil' nigga don't like me, so what? These racks in my pocket, I'm sewin'
Last nigga that played, got tore up, we caught him in traffic, that lil' nigga hold up
He had a gun, he ain't pop it
I'm shitting on all these lame ass rappers, and can't one nan' these lil' niggas stop me
They do not hesitate (They kill you)
Swear, imma keep counting this paper as long as they print it
You don't gotta listen to hear me, but when I get done, on my mama, these niggas gon' feel me
Rest in peace Nipsey, I stay with a .60 by me
Ice Box, bought a chain, I ain't care what it cost (Ayy, **** that shit man, we having plenty of this shit, racks racks)
Bitch, I'm the realest, the illest
Got 5, 6 tennis chains on my neck, feel like Serina
Stuck in the trap, 'till I run up a million (**** all that) nah, I want a billion, dollars
Play and get popped like a bottle, 100k worth of ice, 'round my collar
Turned up, can't turn down, broke the volume
Hit the bitch from the back, with the speakers all the way up, cause the bitch keep hollerin' (Too loud)
Young nigga too fresh, I be too stylin'
Just copped the foreign off the lot, and I pay all cash, brand new, no miles
These clear diamonds when you see me smile
Cost a lot of cheddar, so I can't stop cheesing
Got rocks in my ears, size of a donut
Keep a whole hundred K in my bag for the **** of it
I know they don't like me
I'm juiced up, like a Hi-ci
My neck and wrist, so icy, I feel like Gucci
Just walked up out the trap house, hopped in the drop, I'm finna coupe it
My pockets stuffed with dog shit, I've been puffin' pounds of Stewie
Say you don't like me? (I don't give no ****s)
My pockets fat, hoe, cause they stuffed
I know they mad, I'm filthy rich (Stay outta your feelings, hoe ass nigga, yeah yeah)
Ice on me hockey, yeah bitch, I'm poppin'
Just ask around, I'm the hottest (On God)
And bitch, I'm the topic, nigga can't stop it, I'm on they ass like bad pockets
I'm on their ass like a shit stain, go and ask your hoe, I'm the shit mane
Niggas be tough on the IG, see me in public, and won't do shit mane
I ain't the toughest, but I ain't no hoe
Lil' nigga play, put his ass on the floor
Lil' nigga play, put a slug in his throat
Pockets so fat, got me bow legged
Catch an opp, code red, can't take him out
Gottem boy, I put the hood on the map
Trap god, I put it down in the trap
Flip me a pack, and put ice in my mouth