Aw-Man歌词
歌曲名:Aw-Man 歌手:Gucci Mane 所属专辑:《Trap-A-Thon》
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Aw-Man歌词
作曲 : Xavier Dotson/L. Hayes/R. Davis
(feat. .45) [Intro]
Yeah Money
Makin' Records man
T know Laflare
Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say [Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo ****** ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X] [Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe
Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for
Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside
DAMN Outside red lookin like a
Coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan
Rican and a
French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my ****** real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time [Chorus] [Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and
I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man,
Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long
Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that
Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, ****** it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music [Chorus] [.45]
I trap hard ******, stunt hard ******
E'ry ****** in the club jock a young ******
Fo'-five,
Big Cat representa ******
Them twenty-eights sittin high,
I'm a giant ******
Blowin kush muh'******, can you smell me ******?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ****** house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the
Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house [Chorus]
(feat. .45) [Intro]
Yeah Money
Makin' Records man
T know Laflare
Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say [Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo ****** ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X] [Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe
Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for
Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside
DAMN Outside red lookin like a
Coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan
Rican and a
French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my ****** real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time [Chorus] [Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and
I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man,
Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long
Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that
Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, ****** it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music [Chorus] [.45]
I trap hard ******, stunt hard ******
E'ry ****** in the club jock a young ******
Fo'-five,
Big Cat representa ******
Them twenty-eights sittin high,
I'm a giant ******
Blowin kush muh'******, can you smell me ******?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ****** house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the
Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house [Chorus]
Aw-ManLRC歌词
作曲 : Xavier Dotson/L. Hayes/R. Davis
(feat. .45) [Intro]
Yeah Money
Makin' Records man
T know Laflare
Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say [Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo ****** ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X] [Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe
Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for
Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside
DAMN Outside red lookin like a
Coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan
Rican and a
French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my ****** real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time [Chorus] [Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and
I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man,
Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long
Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that
Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, ****** it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music [Chorus] [.45]
I trap hard ******, stunt hard ******
E'ry ****** in the club jock a young ******
Fo'-five,
Big Cat representa ******
Them twenty-eights sittin high,
I'm a giant ******
Blowin kush muh'******, can you smell me ******?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ****** house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the
Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house [Chorus]
(feat. .45) [Intro]
Yeah Money
Makin' Records man
T know Laflare
Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say [Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo ****** ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X] [Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe
Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for
Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside
DAMN Outside red lookin like a
Coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan
Rican and a
French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my ****** real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time [Chorus] [Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and
I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man,
Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long
Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that
Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, ****** it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music [Chorus] [.45]
I trap hard ******, stunt hard ******
E'ry ****** in the club jock a young ******
Fo'-five,
Big Cat representa ******
Them twenty-eights sittin high,
I'm a giant ******
Blowin kush muh'******, can you smell me ******?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ****** house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the
Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house [Chorus]
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