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Left Hand

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  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    It's Gucci Mane La Flare, and I'm a nigga got weight
    A begging ass ***** is really something I hate
    Hold on, hold on hoe, baby pump yo brakes
    When I took you on a date that was my first mistake
    On yo body was the bomb it blew up right in my face
    I don't chase these monkey *******, I'm the one that's getting chased
    Yeah, I'm eatin' real good, I gotta say my grace
    I might fly a ***** to Paris cause that's just how I play
    I might spend a hundred grand, spend it all in one day
    And you can come to my place, but damn ***** you can't stay
    I'm a social outcast, but my name ain't Andre
    I'm smoking California kush, but I'm from Sun Valley

    [Chorus]
    I wouldn't give a damn if you got grams
    I'm in my drop top lamb and I got bands
    You the type I give five with my left hand
    She left you and then went on to the next man
    So put a check, with a check, with a check, fam
    You let yo ***** wear the pants so call her yes ma'am
    I'm from the crest so I can't hang with no yes man
    Steal from the squad and I might have to cut off yo right hand
    (Gucci!)

    [Verse 2]
    I work out at Walter's
    I trap a lil harder
    I think a lil smarter
    I don't wanna be bothered
    It's Gucci, imposters
    It's Gucci Sinatras
    Yo girlfriend just quit ya, wanna get on my roster
    I'm draped in La Casta
    I'm sippin' on Vodka
    I canceled that *****, and sent that ***** to my partner
    You braggin' about her
    You say that she slobbed ya'
    She set yo ass up and let sum niggas come rob ya
    I'm running Sun Valley like Nino did with the Carter
    I'm giving you game nigga, don't cost you a quarter
    I load my revolver
    Go jump in my charger
    I pull up on yo ass and turn yo ass to a martyr

    [Chorus]
    I wouldn't give a damn if you got grams
    I'm in my drop top lamb and I got bands
    You the type I give five with my left hand
    She left you and then went on to the next man
    So put a check, with a check, with a check, fam
    You let yo ***** wear the pants so call her yes ma'am
    I'm from the crest so I can't hang with no yes man
    Steal from the squad and I might have to cut off yo right hand
    (Gucci!)
  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    It's Gucci Mane La Flare, and I'm a nigga got weight
    A begging ass ***** is really something I hate
    Hold on, hold on hoe, baby pump yo brakes
    When I took you on a date that was my first mistake
    On yo body was the bomb it blew up right in my face
    I don't chase these monkey *******, I'm the one that's getting chased
    Yeah, I'm eatin' real good, I gotta say my grace
    I might fly a ***** to Paris cause that's just how I play
    I might spend a hundred grand, spend it all in one day
    And you can come to my place, but damn ***** you can't stay
    I'm a social outcast, but my name ain't Andre
    I'm smoking California kush, but I'm from Sun Valley

    [Chorus]
    I wouldn't give a damn if you got grams
    I'm in my drop top lamb and I got bands
    You the type I give five with my left hand
    She left you and then went on to the next man
    So put a check, with a check, with a check, fam
    You let yo ***** wear the pants so call her yes ma'am
    I'm from the crest so I can't hang with no yes man
    Steal from the squad and I might have to cut off yo right hand
    (Gucci!)

    [Verse 2]
    I work out at Walter's
    I trap a lil harder
    I think a lil smarter
    I don't wanna be bothered
    It's Gucci, imposters
    It's Gucci Sinatras
    Yo girlfriend just quit ya, wanna get on my roster
    I'm draped in La Casta
    I'm sippin' on Vodka
    I canceled that *****, and sent that ***** to my partner
    You braggin' about her
    You say that she slobbed ya'
    She set yo ass up and let sum niggas come rob ya
    I'm running Sun Valley like Nino did with the Carter
    I'm giving you game nigga, don't cost you a quarter
    I load my revolver
    Go jump in my charger
    I pull up on yo ass and turn yo ass to a martyr

    [Chorus]
    I wouldn't give a damn if you got grams
    I'm in my drop top lamb and I got bands
    You the type I give five with my left hand
    She left you and then went on to the next man
    So put a check, with a check, with a check, fam
    You let yo ***** wear the pants so call her yes ma'am
    I'm from the crest so I can't hang with no yes man
    Steal from the squad and I might have to cut off yo right hand
    (Gucci!)