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Gucci Mane – Lil’ Story Lyrics ft. ScHoolboy Q

Gucci Mane - Lil’ Story Lyrics ft. ScHoolboy Q

Gucci Mane – Lil’ Story Lyrics ft. ScHoolboy Q

Verse 1:
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That’s just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don’t need the misery
House full of baby bottles like I run a nursery “Wop!”
Droptop, red ‘vert, I’m sliding down universities
A lot of n—-s feelings hurt ’cause they can’t get a verse from me “D–n”

No, no, hell no, boy you sound like a joke to me
And you look really broke to me, how I’ma take you seriously?
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking up the groceries
Same colour T-shirt, just got a half a bird for free
I’m sending my (?) lowkey behind (?) at the busy bee
‘Cause I don’t need no one to do for me what I won’t do for me “Pow pow”

Chorus:
Here’s a lil’ story ’bout a gangster like me
A eight figure n—a, fresh out the penitentiary
A n—a like me, would like to say that I’m a crazy m———-r from around the way
Here’s a lil’ story ’bout a gangster like me
A eight figure n—a, fresh out the penitentiary
A n—a like me, would like to say that I’m a crazy m———-r from around the way

Verse 2:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiming out me cartier
P—y boy, you sweet, don’t play with me, you know you’re gummy bear
B—h, I paint the street, I guarantee bla bla bla , pouring this
B—h, I drive Mercedes, huh
(?) like the navy, huh
P—y, I can sell you work
Hold crack like the eighties, huh

I just f–k her makeup up, you just give her baby bump
Hit that lick, got double stripes, judge tried to give me life
Came home, I got extra bright
Platinum records, now we on
Remember, couldn’t afford a blunt, now a million ain’t enough
Ball on them n—-s, huh, crawl in them b—–s, huh
Icing, that’s a carrot cake, side to side, my Chevrolet
Keep a strap on side of me, sold it all through A to Z

Chorus:
Here’s a lil’ story ’bout a gangster like me
A eight figure n—a, fresh out the penitentiary
A n—a like me, would like to say that I’m a crazy m———-r from around the way
Here’s a lil’ story ’bout a gangster like me
A eight figure n—a, fresh out the penitentiary
A n—a like me, would like to say that I’m a crazy m———-r from around the way, huh

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