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Letra Hitting - Gucci Mane

Datos de Gucci Mane Nombre Verdadero: Radric Delantic DavisNombre Artístico: Gucci ManeDonde Nació: Alabama, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 12 de febrero de 1980Edad: 44Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hopActividad: 2005 - ActualidadInstrumentos: VozOcupación: Cantantes, compositor, productorDisquera(s): Big Cat Records, Asylum, Warner BrosOtros Nombres: Guwop, Gucci Mane La Flare, Mr. Zone 6, WizopCónyuge/Pareja: Keyshia Ka'oirPágina Oficial: www.guccimaneonline.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, .'
'. ¿Quién es Gucci Mane? Radric Delantic Davis, mejor conocido como Gucci Mane, es un cantante estadounidense. Nació el 12 de febrero de 1980 en Birmingham, Alabama, Estados Unidos. Este intérprete es considerado como un pionero, al haber creado entre 2000 y 2010 una variante del hip-hop: el género trap junto a otros exponentes como Young Jeezy. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Gucci Mane creció en Bessemer, Alabama, en el seno de una familia de clase media. Con una fuerte formación militar conformada por su padre Ralph Ver BiograFia Completa

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Gucci Mane - Hitting Lyrics

Hitting Song Lyrics
Hitting by Gucci Mane Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the f**k? He did know
I did this sh*t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

Salute to [?], nigga, he f**ked my b**ch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the f**k you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of [?]
And if I f**k one time, I can f**k again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullsh*t right now, eighty light, be singin', just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this sh*t, just as long as they printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' b**ch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this sh*t, I'm a [?] artist
It ain't f**k with the school, I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots in this motherf**kin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number, I'm suin' the [?]
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as f**k
Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that b**ch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the f**k? He did know
I did this sh*t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the f**k? He did know
I did this sh*t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my sh*t be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do sh*t for the love or the fun, I do this sh*t for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (b**ch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", b**ch keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin', they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke)
Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?]
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers
Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci)

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the f**k? He did know
I did this sh*t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the f**k? He did know
I did this sh*t for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy