Everybody Songtext
von Gucci Mane
Everybody Songtext
D.J. MOTHERFUCKING RAIL
And it′s a gangster shit
Trapaholics mixtape
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
'Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
′Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (guarded)
'Cause they say everybody dies (I feel guarded)
So you ran off with the boss man, work hard showin′ off
Caulk up his credit board truck and he blowed up
We gon' do it like the old days, white holster
Does the eagle hit his tail or tat, now it′s swollen
God-damn it, show the lotta bullet holes in your car
No suspect, say the weapon was an AER
Back 90, long and close it, I don't give a damn tho
Gucci Mane ain't got it, got more scrubs than the threshold
More full of, breathin′ holes, they say it comes from over there
Pawn shop tick, window coolin′, it gon' jam you up
Glop pot, glop 45 with the light on it
AK47 homie, mine got a knife on it
Froze slow cop down, roll the window down (damn)
Hangin′ out the car, and I'ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
′Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
And it′s a gangster shit
Trapaholics mixtape
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
'Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
′Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
Froze to slow the cop down (skrr) Roll the window down (damn)
Hangin' out the car, and I′ma lit off every round that everybody cries (guarded)
'Cause they say everybody dies (I feel guarded)
So you ran off with the boss man, work hard showin′ off
Caulk up his credit board truck and he blowed up
We gon' do it like the old days, white holster
Does the eagle hit his tail or tat, now it′s swollen
God-damn it, show the lotta bullet holes in your car
No suspect, say the weapon was an AER
Back 90, long and close it, I don't give a damn tho
Gucci Mane ain't got it, got more scrubs than the threshold
More full of, breathin′ holes, they say it comes from over there
Pawn shop tick, window coolin′, it gon' jam you up
Glop pot, glop 45 with the light on it
AK47 homie, mine got a knife on it
Froze slow cop down, roll the window down (damn)
Hangin′ out the car, and I'ma lit off every round that everybody cries (yeah)
′Cause they say everybody dies (yeah)
Writer(s): Michael Clervoix, Mario Sentell Giden, Gary Evan Fountaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com