Gucci Mane - Pistol In The Party lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Pistol In The Party lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Brick Squad about to walk in here So cold, a n***a b**h say flip Drinkin on lean like a ice-cold beer Can't give you none, give you what got you here Diamonds so big they hurt my ear Sip codeine b**h, not Belvedere Ballin like a n***a on his first day I You chain so little that I hurt my eye Your watch ain't real, you a goddamn lie Got some little bit of n***as, I'm a big ol playa I can take her to you vacash Car collision, first place Over 10 years and they couldn't take it Told I'm a hold their operation I'm a man bustin what I stand for Everything I stand for And I'm a hound dog, kinda fragile Cause I drop down, better pipe down EA, GA, AK to the peach state And a b**h can't call me cheap skate I'm worth 20 mill on E-bay Gucci Mane ain't ballin Young b**h so what yo mouth say [Bridge: Gucci Mane] Ain't no 1 on 1 n***a He swing, I hit you I ain't no front for fun n***a He ridin with you, he die with you I ain't thinkin of bitin my tongue n***a Everybody know I don't f** with you And I ain't finna to go in no club n***a And if you let me home with this lil n***a [Hook: Gucci Mane] Pistol in the party, pistol in the party They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party Pistol in the party, pistol in the party They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Bet a million dollars at a month n***a Quarter mill for a lunch n***a Hundred dollars a blunt n***a Check ay I had, don't talk n***a 200 dollars a blunt n***a This ain't what you want n***a Got riffles like I'm huntin n***as Hand choppas and punk n***as Well chumps ain't keep runnin your mouth If you went another mile then you gon be in my trunk n***a Got a ill n***a, just slum n***as But all I do is just point fingers Had the n***as fightin like Jerry Springer Thin them f**in hoes my trigga bang I know pimp n***as but no gang bangers Same plane, different angle With the tango we Gucci So you like you want a gumbo Got her waitin for ya and a funeral And you add these numbers like candles They grew up, I keep a fighter Tell the truth I don't like strangers Trap game is a deadly game but I tore p**y jet just like Jesse James [Bridge] [Hook]

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