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Loyalty
Gucci Mane
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Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols
Fuck three sisters, iced out crystals
Mr. Zone 6'er, Mr. Zone 6'er
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols
Fuck three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shawty gotta glow
New Glock 40 and you better know
Fucking bitches every show
One for the cheese, two for the kids
Three for the fees, four for the OG's
I'm so sleaze, I hit your main squeeze
Rolling on 30's like you rolling on D's
Bitch Gucci Guwop, in a soft top Beamer
That's convertible top
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal
Who's the hottest in the game? Bitch I'm up next
Place your bet, it's Richie West, cut the check
20 Bands on my wrist, before the deal
5 Bands, king of diamonds, make 'em tip drill
Make that ass clap, but leave your cameras at home
No Kat Stacks, plus the hammer all chrome
You better back back, I'm smoking strong
500'S on loud pack, you know about that
Yellow diamond neck, what's your occupation?
Bad redbone bitch, take her on vacation
I'm too fucking loyal, she so fucking spoiled
She wanna tell her friends, even her momma them
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal
They said I'm steaming, I'm bubbling
Turn the fire up, you got loud, bring the fire
Call me a one hit wonder, I switch my flow up
Got no hands with Roscoe Dash, now I'm blowing up
Everywhere you see me there's money on the ground
Three in one, Gucci's, me, and the four pound
Higher than a motherfucker, smoke by the pound
I love to throw hundreds, screaming strip a bitch down
Girls all around me, running me down
I drink Obama, white pound
Hands down, Brick Squad, we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame, the 2011 money Mitch
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal
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