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Gucci Mane

"Gods Witness"

[Verse 1]
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich n*gga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I p*ss on your head then call it rain, do you believe it?
And your girl's a freak and I’ma leak it, I can’t keep a secret (f*ck It)
40 thou, chillin' out, under my PosturePedic mattress
Look at me now, iced out, damn I can f*ck an actress
40 thou for a brick now and that's not even taxin
Turn my spot to a lean house, all I drink is Activis
And I ain’t even gotta flex to you b*tch, I’m rich
Got the whole wide world shawty on my di*k
Go tell your hot mouth ho she can suck my di*k
I blow my nose with money ho, I’m snot nose rich
6’s on my chargers so I’m dodging potholes ho
Your n*gga lost cuz he got on a Movado watch
And spill the sauce, b*tch it ain’t a car that I ain’t got
Your n*gga lost it but Gucci 'bout to lose his top
She found it sexy that every problem I got I address it
These n*ggas flexin', I pistol whip the boy that bring the message
Police interrogate me, man f*ck the sh*t, am I arrested?
If not then let me go cuz b*tch I got a show in Texas
Black n*gga but I gotta stab like I’m Mexican
And I'mma hit your next of kin if I don’t have my Benjamins
Popped two mollies and it boosted my adrenaline
And your baby mama say my nuts taste like cinnamon

[Hook]
I pull up in a Bentley and I give they ass the business
Tractor trailer full of midget, n*gga come and get it
n*gga you know all the cash I made on I-20
God can be my witness, I’m a real trap n*gga
Pull up in the Bentley and I give they ass the business
I’m servin' by myself cuz I don’t need no co-defendant
Hand countin the money lost count at 560
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment

[Verse 2]
I’ve been sellin' dope since a little boy, I ain’t have no choice
Two man operation but I ain’t have no voice
I ain’t have no Rolls Royce and I ain’t have no Porsche
But if you step on these Air Force Ones, then your ass gon' get jumped, son
Gotta Apologize to your granddaddy cuz I beat up your grandson
I’ve been jumpin out of that van boy, cuz I owe cash to the landlord
Say I whip the n*gga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no pool shark
All this diamonds sittin' on my chest baby, they turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of these bullets and act like you a Braveheart
Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin' hard but you fake heart
You with the won't bust a grape boys, mine kidnap and rape boys
Know the streets ain't safe boy, suggest you open that safe boy
You’ve been owing me since the 3rd n*gga, and you don’t know it’s the 8 month
Like how your blood taste boy, cuz you lyin' to me in my face boy
Your dad say you’re a disgrace, mistake in the first place
Glock 40 on my waist, and I tote a pistol on the first date

[Hook]
I pull up in a Bentley and I give they ass the business
Tractor trailer full of midget, n*gga come and get it
n*gga you know all the cash I made on I-20
God can be my witness, I’m a real trap n*gga
Pull up in the Bentley and I give they ass the business
I’m servin' by myself cuz I don’t need no co-defendant
Hand countin the money lost count at 560
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment

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