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like mine - gucci mane lyrics

[hook: trae the truth]
yo’ trap don’t boom like mine
yo’ paper ain’t longer than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

yo’ b*tch ain’t finer than mine
yo’ rims ain’ taller than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

[verse 1: ???]
i got diamonds on my neck, and i ain’t even gotta flex
everybody know we got stacks on deck
hood rich, another n*gga from the projects
with more hoes than a [?] got tecs
aw man, imma’ fool on 24’s, on the trunk, i got ham on them skinny hoes
you talking pounds? that ain’t sh*t, we got plenty those
and if you talking white, boy, we got plenty [?]
dreads hanging out the hat, smoking purple dro’
big bank in the building, imma’ let em’ know
n*ggas hating, we get money either way it go
my cliеntele, feed well, еven when it’s low

[hook: trae the truth]
yo’ trap don’t boom like mine
yo’ paper ain’t longer than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man
yo’ b*tch ain’t finer than mine
yo’ rims ain’ taller than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

[verse 2: gucci mane]
imma’ lean with it, serving fiends with it, on the block since the age of 13 with it
in the kitchen, water whipping, a thousand eight grams, i’m standing over the stove and i’m doing it with one hand
aw man, 2 man, [?], 207 gram, got yam, i’m [?], i’m selling that grown man
aw man, i’m on that kush tonight, and i ain’t stopping, choppa hit you and your body stop rocking
my chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu, came to the club smelling like a pound of purple
big cat records, n*gga it’s a movement, this ain’t hip*hop this is drug dealing music

[hook: trae the truth]
yo’ trap don’t boom like mine
yo’ paper ain’t longer than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

yo’ b*tch ain’t finer than mine
yo’ rims ain’ taller than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

[verse 3: trae the truth]
i’m in a drop*top chevy, same colour as the reese’s car
chocolate outside, can’t forget the peanut b*tter guts
and call me coca*cola, cause i keep the yoda man
i got a hundred pounds stashed in the trashcan
my wrist rock though, same say its frostbit
i’m young money, so the young dude hood rich
i get money partner, i make [?]
i hit the club, let em’ know what it stands for
i’m in the ’06, that’s a benz b*tch
i clean myself constantly, cause i’m the sh*t
i got a old school, might remind you of a [?]
the chain [?], might remind you of some skittles
[hook: trae the truth]
yo’ trap don’t boom like mine
yo’ paper ain’t longer than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

yo’ b*tch ain’t finer than mine
yo’ rims ain’ taller than mine
aw man, aw man, aw man, aw man

- gucci mane lyrics

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