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Dont Deserve It

Dont Deserve It Lyrics Gucci Mane

Mixtape: Trap Back 2

[Verse 1]
I walk in with my strap I give a fuck if a nigga searching
Don't keep it in the car I got that pistol on person
You diss Flocka Flame you dissed the fucking wrong person
Run up on Gucci Mane you'll be another dead person
I dump him in the river now the whole city searching
That AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
Try me in this club then imma shut it down early
Scene was so sick that the police start hurling

[Verse 2]
I walk in with my strap I give a give if a nigga searching
Don't keep it in the car I got that pistol on person
You diss Flocka Flame you dissed the fucking wrong person
Run up on Gucci Mane you'll be another dead person
I dump him in the river now the whole city searchin'
That ak hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
Try me in this club then I'mma shut it down early
Scene was so sick that the police start hurlin'
East Atlanta, Zone 60, the niggas so thirsty
Shop with you on Tuesday and rob your ass Thursday
One years old and he already started cursin'
12 years old and he already start servin'

[Hook]
If you ain't getting money then I feel you don't deserve it
You reach for my chain, you'll be another dead person
Big Guwop but they call me Mr. Perfect
Can't look me in my eyes when you see me 'cause you nervous
I'll merk your homeboy and then I'll smoke a pound of purple
You talkin' to the cops, pussy nigga, I know you worthless
Hard top Rolls, smokin' cush behind the curtains
The work just came in, what you wanna purchase?

[Verse 2]
Red flag in my pocket 'cause the young nigga turfin'
If you ain't gettin' no money then these bitches feel you worthless
Oh you a live wire? Then I'mma make you short circuit
These clown-ass niggas need to go work in a circus
Million dollar nigga but I still eat Church's
You try my in the churches then my boys will start burstin'
He died and Boosie mama felt he ain't deserve it
Box cutter in my pocket I'll carve your ass up like a turkey
Put that on my squad I ain't gon' let no nigga hurt me
My gun do all my talkin' and I know you niggas heard me
Old school vet like I'm fuckin' James Worthy
But I'm shootin' from the corner like I'm fuckin' Bobby Hurly

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Money makin' hits, now it’s Money Makin' Wooda
My youngin' 13 like a Third World shooter
In a couple years he’ll be takin' over blocks
AK47 got him takin' over spots
The only thing I see in the mirror is me
Before you catch me slippin it’s gon' be a first degree
Word around town you a motherfuckin' hater
We fucked the same bitch, the only difference is you paid her
If you ain’t getting money you a motherfuckin joke
Reachin for my strap if a nigga going broke
Screamin "adios!" left him bakin' from the toast
One minute here, next minute you a ghost

[Hook]

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