Truth - Gucci Mane: letras de canciones, vídeos musicales y conciertos

Truth

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Truth fue publicado el 19 de noviembre de 2020 por Elevate Music LLC como parte del álbum Truth - Single

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[Verse 1]

It's Gucci

Suckers keep on downing me

They know they should be crowning me

It's Guwop

Just counting paper, just counting paper

We're just counting the days

[Verse 2]

80 chains going and ain't took one yet

Ain't nothin' retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex

A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck

I hope you didn't pay them, 'cause they didn't have no success (Nope)

You seen my interview, ****, and you got upset (R-I-P)

I seen your interview too, you looked oh-so-stressed

I think the **** just mad 'cause I fucked his ex (Muah)

And I'm a big dog, he got the lil boy complex

Go dig your partner up, ****, bet he can't say shit

And if you looking for the kid, I'll be in Zone 6 (Gucci)

I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy, Tip

I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fif'

I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look just like Tip's

But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrr!)

I never let a **** do me like Tip did Flip (It's Gucci)

This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed, it's Gucci

[Verse 3]

Haha

Okay

For the record, this is not a diss record

Just the truth

It's Gucci, the living legend

Oh, yeah

I'm a legend

Living legend, ****

Respect that (Gucci)

Check!

[Verse 4]

I ain't playing with you, I ain't trying to dance with you (Fuck you)

I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get you (Get 'em)

It take money to go to war, and we can go to war, **** (Get 'em)

I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking gravedigger (Ha)

I'm a old-school fool, don't make me show my age, ****

Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage, ****

I did a song with Keyshia Cole, and I know you still miss her (Yeah)

But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with her (Wow)

Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with you (Haha)

I was screaming "So Icey" and was a neighborhood **** (Burr)

This AR is my backup 'cause I don't need nann ****

Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam, ****!" (Bow, bow)

Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, **** (Skrr!)

I'm just who I am, ****, but I ain't sparing nann ****

I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you killed your homeboy

You left his son to be a bastard, won't even raise your own boy (Gucci)

Written by: Radric Delantic Davis

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