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  • Текст песни Gucci Mane - Add It Up

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    Add it up, add it up
    See ya homie tatted up
    If used to make you mad, it's gon' make you madder
    Add it up, add it up
    Got the fire back it up
    See ya homie swagged up
    It's the gangsta grill
    These boys be ill
    Add it up, add it up
    Add it up, add it up

    Jumpin' out my Bimmer like a stuntman on a stunt
    Though my leather is so soft, I put my top off in the trunk
    Baby shakin' gettin' places, say she seen me in my dump
    Picked her up in purple 'Vette, deuces on back, twenties on front
    Gucci shout at hot tamales, even copped a Masarati
    And that Lambi and a Bentley, shout out to my nigga Quic
    Shout out to my boy Diego, makin' pesos for them bricks
    Gucci Gucci, I'm here truly East Atlanta is the shit
    I turn my swag up, I'm swaggered up, yeah Gucci got his swag up
    Well think you think you mad now, I'ma make you madder
    I'm swagged up, I'm swaggered up, boy I think I'm so swagged up
    You mustard boy, so catch it up 'cause I think I'm so swagged up

    Back on that dope shit tractor, trailer, boat shit
    Cookin' up that coke quick, cookin' up that dope quick
    Cookin' up that coca, You can call me Sosa
    Rollin up the choca, I need me some mo' bruh
    Partna you a puta, Grande mucho mocha
    Ask me for a deuce, Fronted you an ocho
    Bring me all my pesos, you know my amigo
    My plug half Columbian, Gucci Mane's a negro
    Smokin' on this gwedo
    My girlfriend is bilingual
    Ask me to speak English but I'm talkin' with my fingers
    Brazilian bitches bathing in a bath tub full of singles snortin' powder, smokin' weed, yes they poppin' pills
    M6, drop top Bimmer, shipped from Germany
    Outfit from Sicily, my bank account in Switzerland
    Literally so icy, the Energy
    Gucci Mane's the businessman so tell me what the business be, bitch
    Mi casa is colossal, swallow water with a bottle hallow
    Shout out to my boy Rocco, I ball like no tomorrow
    And my watch is real retarded, so I call it Lil Darryl
    Shoot you point blank in your head, just like 'caine cousin Harold
    Gansta Grillz, you bastards, shout out to Drama
    The feds try get I'ma look and say your honor "I'm guilty"
    Get money, make money, I'm filthy
    Dog, do you feel me, dog, do you feel me
    Cocaine lately sellin' good and my city set
    Gucci got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet

    If you listenin' to this it's the movie
    It's Gangsta Grillz and iceman Gucci
    Pull the cars out turn the sound up
    Clear the bars out for a gangsta

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