Gucci Mane - These b**hes lyrics

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Gucci Mane - These b**hes lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef (distorted)] I got hard dick for all these b**hes I get all these numbers I don't call these b**hes No patience for relations kiss my rari b**hes These n***as don't know us we never saw these n***as [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got a V12 sittin on rims and I put the bulk back in my Benz Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it cause it's my friend Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin Diamond Gems cost an M&M, watch so bright cut off a limb Look at me then look at him, hard top Bentley Bentley rims f**ed two sisters wet the crib, In a drop top dunk I broke the rims Back to back b**h call them twins, Got a hard top X and a drop top M, call me iceberg slim can't f** with him 2k on weed - hell, that's a bill, 5k on lean, I'm leaning now Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreaming now Your girlfriends a semen demon, Big Guwop she screaming out, drop top Rarri showing cleavage I'm on Cleveland, call it Believeland Knocked your b**h didn't need no reason, take my b**h then call it even [Hook: Chief Keef] I got hard dick for all these b**hes I get all their numbers I don't call these b**hes No patience for relations kiss my Rari b**hes n***as don't know us, we never saw these n***as You can hold this 30 out this 40 n***a You die, you hit forgis - that's on shawty, n***a We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as Got the big face Rollies 40 on us n***as [Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman] n***a tried to knock me off But these n***as extra soft How the hell you just start robbing come and try and test a boss Played the hand that I was dealt,40 make you patty melt I don't send no n***as dawg I do that sh** by myself Co-defendant that's a no Can't have that sh** fly in court One thing about young juice my n***as spied the p**y like a scope Since you p**y I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat k**a k**er murder murder flip that n***a like a burger I don't shoot for legs so you know ain't no attempted murder And Young Juice man stay with fire Make me put you on a burner Smoke you like a cancer stick Make your momma deal my load Talking all that tough talk but your a** know you bologna Born to go to war, man you got me talking like I'm Tony [Hook: Chief Keef] I got hard dick for all these b**hes I get all their numbers I don't call these b**hes No patience for relations kiss my Rari b**hes n***as don't know us, we never saw these n***as You can hold this 30 out this 40 n***a You die, you hit forgis - that's on shawty, n***a We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as Got the big face Rollies 40 on us n***as

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