Gucci Mane - Snow Lyrics
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Snow
Snow Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Snow By Gucci Mane?
F*ck the feds, I'ma make my money, take a leap
I'ma take a flight, bring it back for the cheap 'Cause nothin' shakin' here but the leaves in the trees Got a bitch in a jungle smashin' leaves with her feet (huh?) Just to stay up, coca leaves in her teeth Then she chew it like it's gone, gotta see it to believe (why?) What a wicked web we weave when we lyin' to deceive And the apple don't ever fall far from the tree (nah) Fixin' up a key with my rewrap machine (fresh) If you need me to cook it, I'ma whip up free All the checkers know me, used to keep they ID And the outside cold, but the boy got heat Tractor trailer jumpin' out the freight like "Beep" (beep) This ain't a mixtape, all my bricks cost a fee (skrrt) I-20 Gucci Mane, bitch, get out the way I go Luda with the 'bows, I could throw 'em from the Bay Ha Guwop It's cold outside, they wanna warm me (haa) I brought an army in case a nigga wanna harm me (bam) For Christmas, mom got me the London Fog So many felonies, I still can't go to London (damn) A quarter mil' and I went to Montreal He just a nigga rappin', I'm a hustler Gettin' cocky and my wrist gettin' rockier (bling) All the snow got 'em watchin' with binoculars (Wop) |
Who Wrote Snow By Gucci Mane?
Anthony Germaine White, Brian Kelly Mcknight, Radric Delantic Davis, Wanya Jermaine Morris
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What's The Duration Of The Snow By Gucci Mane?The duration of Snow is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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