Letra Crazy de Gucci Mane

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Trap god - mixtape

2012

Crazy

[Intro]
Mr. East a line it back nigga
Aka Mr. Perfect
Aka Gucci Sousa
Aka the trap god Nicholas go

[Verse 1]
Hallelujah
My blood just send me 50, I got first wide a refusal
My bitch is my main shooter, I make my bitch go do ya
Don’t bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might Jimmy chew er
It’s guap, it ain’t hip-hop, but I bet diamonds bluer
Got 3 spots, I got 2 drops and it ain’t no nigga cooler
Got 3 reigns, I got 10 chains and I thank on Ricky Ruller
Got the young niggas in my straight A cuz that’s a odd maneuver
My trap back, I had a flashback when I shot at a intruder
In the section full of bad bitches and they all wanna smoke hookas
Well I beat the block the way I work the trade
Man, you think I’m a producer
The sergeant here – Medusa
Get dumb, have you nigga tutored

[Hook]
I might not by you no Mercedes
But I’mma drive your ass crazy
That sucker shit, it don’t phase me
They way she sucking – so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
That sucker shit just don’t phase me
I’m bout to make a bitch pay me
You take good care of nigga, baby
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy

[Verse 2]
White flag, no black car
Flat back car off 2 bars
With 3 broads, 40 grand in my G stars
Pink slip – don’t lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are?
Retard, kick start this brick squad
That candy touch your body parts
Trapped out like towed cars
Goons have it real like drug lords

[Verse 3]
Got young cars in gold cars
My A&R’s are dope boy
Like the drugs are in a coke war
Just whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards, they trail the use
So we pullin up and shoot in both cars
Pack a nigga like a pack boy
Paint a nigga like Moz-art
Save a nigga life as a kingpin
Oh I defined his ass in the junkyard
Murda shit, I know boy
I ain’t really scared of no boy
Couple homeboys and lil joy
And they all wait me, come home boy
Got bricks all on my finger
Bricks all in my float boat
Ain’t know a nigga pay the low for it
But respect me, I can’t go for it
All my hoes will fly for it
All my niggas would die for it
And I can tell a killer when I see one
You could say Gucci got a eye for it

[Hook]
I might not by you no Mercedes
But I’mma drive your ass crazy
That sucker shit, it don’t phase me
They way she sucking – so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
That sucker shit just don’t phase me
I’m bout to make a bitch pay me
You take good care of nigga, baby
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy

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[Intro]
Mr. East a line it back nigga
Aka Mr. Perfect
Aka Gucci Sousa
Aka the trap god Nicholas go

[Verse 1]
Hallelujah
My blood just send me 50, I got first wide a refusal
My bitch is my main shooter, I make my bitch go do ya
Don’t bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might Jimmy chew er
It’s guap, it ain’t hip-hop, but I bet diamonds bluer
Got 3 spots, I got 2 drops and it ain’t no nigga cooler
Got 3 reigns, I got 10 chains and I thank on Ricky Ruller
Got the young niggas in my straight A cuz that’s a odd maneuver
My trap back, I had a flashback when I shot at a intruder
In the section full of bad bitches and they all wanna smoke hookas
Well I beat the block the way I work the trade
Man, you think I’m a producer
The sergeant here – Medusa
Get dumb, have you nigga tutored

[Hook]
I might not by you no Mercedes
But I’mma drive your ass crazy
That sucker shit, it don’t phase me
They way she sucking – so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
That sucker shit just don’t phase me
I’m bout to make a bitch pay me
You take good care of nigga, baby
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy

[Verse 2]
White flag, no black car
Flat back car off 2 bars
With 3 broads, 40 grand in my G stars
Pink slip – don’t lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are?
Retard, kick start this brick squad
That candy touch your body parts
Trapped out like towed cars
Goons have it real like drug lords

[Verse 3]
Got young cars in gold cars
My A&R’s are dope boy
Like the drugs are in a coke war
Just whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards, they trail the use
So we pullin up and shoot in both cars
Pack a nigga like a pack boy
Paint a nigga like Moz-art
Save a nigga life as a kingpin
Oh I defined his ass in the junkyard
Murda shit, I know boy
I ain’t really scared of no boy
Couple homeboys and lil joy
And they all wait me, come home boy
Got bricks all on my finger
Bricks all in my float boat
Ain’t know a nigga pay the low for it
But respect me, I can’t go for it
All my hoes will fly for it
All my niggas would die for it
And I can tell a killer when I see one
You could say Gucci got a eye for it