Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Gucci Mane

Genres: Hip-Hop

Dead People Lyrics - Gucci Mane

I got a pocket full of dead people 

Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread 

Got a pocket full of dead people 

Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread 

Got a pocket full of dead guys 

Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the feds 

And I love sellin' cake pies 

It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head 

Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin' out of 5ths 

With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips 

Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic 

And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic? 

I can walk the shit and I can talk the shit 

I can talk the shit cause I got it 

It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick 

Got dead people in my pocket 

Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies 

A half a mil' off profit, and my [?] 

I've been livin' like a king all week 

I'm a peasant at the end of every day 

I've been chillin' with my niggas in the streets 

Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run away 

Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer days 

Blowin' haze on the east side of Atlanta 

Makin' moves on the shawty, a Hispania 

We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer 

I understand you wanna pick up the hammer 

And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder 

It's your time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure 

I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga 

Get up off your ass, find a fuckin' craft 

Make bread, get it back, give it back times 2 

Who are you? Look in the mirror 

Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth 

Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the juice 

Mothafucka you the man like an 8th grade Jew 

You can chew through any zebra ass in the zoo 

Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them 

And anyone tryna step on you, fire burnin' 

Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your paper 

Now and later ain't really good time 

For a nigga 'bout his business on Wood Crest Manor 

 

Related 

 

Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably 

 

POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott 'HIGHEST IN THE ROOM' - LYRICS 

 

NEW SONG: DaBaby - 'Vibez' - LYRICS 

Writer:

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.