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capo: 1st fret[chorus]
Em
I feel like i'm gucci mane in 2006
C
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
Em
And the way that i be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
C
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks
Em
Uh--it make no sense, yeah, it make no sense
C
Uh--it make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah
Em
Uh--make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense
C
Youngboy, make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
[verse (1)]
Em
I could hit it, i could whip it
I could bag it, i could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch
C
I just bought another 30 burner ( 30 burner )
Em
I whip too hard, so i got ike and meech
Got tina turner ( whippin' hard )
C
It don't make sense, i’m not alright, bitch, i'll put you under
Em
I ain't cut too much, i got that shit that make 'em tweak like damn
C
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who i am ( i am )
Em
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, i see 'em hatin' like damn
C
All i know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Em
Like nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry ( fuck a jury )
[chorus]
Em
I feel like i'm gucci mane in 2006
C
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
Em
And the way that i be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
C
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks
Em
Uh--it make no sense, yeah, it make no sense
C
Uh--it make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah
Em
Uh--make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense
C
Youngboy, make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
[verse (2)]
Em
4ktrey, bob, i been that, bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas i say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit
C
They want my cash so i'll never love ’em ( stupid bitch )
Em
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball ( i don't need no clique )
C
On tv, i could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter ( motherfuck a nigga )
Em
That's a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
C
he out the h, you play, he shoot you in your face ( northside )
Em
Bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
C
I'm convicted, but it's an issue, i'll slide for a slide
Em
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore i died, slime
[chorus]
Em
I feel like i'm gucci mane in 2006
C
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
Em
And the way that i be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
C
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks
Em
Uh--it make no sense, yeah, it make no sense
C
Uh--it make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah
Em
Uh--make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense
C
Youngboy, make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
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