Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - G-Love (You Don't Love Me)

I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.

I stab you with an umbrella,

then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian

Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!

I peel your cap back with a cannon ball

I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....

Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!

We used to... we used to....

We used to rob for them petty things, like a gold chain

no a motherfuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine

If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man

Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain

Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane

they be lookin' wit a migraine

while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame

when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane

I control ya brain

Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C

It's the ┬┐buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed

through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes

ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros

Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier,

hang 'em in the closet kidnap the treasurer,

bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys

hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!

We just anotha crazy click

Doin whatever to get us wild when we pumped up

You outta luck bitch I aint gon' lie, put ya guns up

Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos

We the click that don't play...

quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away

I'm on a spree killin for free without a conscience

bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!

Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click

Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit

I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets

with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!

We rollin deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on

You say it's on so come bring it on

We gettin crunk at your funerals treat us like we criminals

We juggalo individuals!!!!!

We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!

All up in this bitch and we runnin shit

We doin drivebys on all y'all wit chainsaws

here I come redefined, rugged and raw!

We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya

Takin care of ya we the scrarier than malaria

I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein

chokin' anybody I find I'm takin mine

Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, cause ya fear it

look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig

I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"

I'll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!

Listen... You hear that slut?

That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!

I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin' "Fuck y'all!"

I stab bitches wit a chain saw!

We walk around Compton & Watts, beatin' scrubs up

and right in Tim Dog's face I throw the dubs up

we tearin' clubs up down South wit D

.. Three Six y'all.. Twiztid.. and I.C.P.

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