Half - Gucci Mane

Half - Gucci Mane

  • Year of release: 2013
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 4:33

Below is the lyrics of the song Half , artist - Gucci Mane with translation

Lyrics " Half "

Original text with translation

Half

Gucci Mane

Dear diary

33 years old (33)

I’m a couple million up

I’m a single parent

It’s Guwop

Very successful

I’m love my little boy

It’s just the truth

Cherish my mother

And I just want half

But these hoes want half

How the hell you get a bitch half?

I would’ve cut that bitch in half

Cause I could never give a bitch half

What if I was on my last

You mean she’d get half of my cash

Man that bitch can kiss my ass

It’s Guwop, she will never get half

This AK knock a nigga in half

Like a magician I cut a bitch just, half

I came up, me and Juice I had a half

I cut the head down of 50 dollar slabs

Now I’m trappin hard, I’m on Gresham ave

A nigga play me, I’m a cut him in half

Dirty gang, you gon' take a blood bath

It’s Gucci Mane, got 3 million in cash

I got a real real big stash

I hate it when I see the task

These bitches man, they love to harass

I mean these bitches love to harass

You’s a stalker, You’s a stalker, You’s a stalker

34 bowls on Herschel Walker

Gucci Mane man, I’m a smooth talker

And I control a bitch like a snake charmer

Gucci Mane not Tiger Woods, I can’t even putt

I can give a mutt, half for me, half a, half a what

Roll my dick, I didn’t have shit, had to hit a lick

Broke as shit, couldn’t pay the rent, ain’t that bout a bitch?

Man Gucci don’t got half what Michael got but got a lot

I don’t cross over, I cross the country, fuck a jump shot

Don’t pun Mr. Backboy, Bessma is a stack boy

You think it’s hamburger helper, how Gucci would fuck the extra

Don’t wanna give you half, you ain’t water whippin', bitch in Bessma

I will not give you half

You didn’t put that hater on a stretcher

Man I don’t pass no mid to Gucci he gon' break out with a rash

These trashcan bitches, man don’t need to make me laugh laugh

Fat ass, ugly ass, go get that paper bag

I’m a player hater, punching bag, he know I got a sack

In my building shoot the say designer, Gucci gotta swag

Gucci can’t wear skinny jeans he’s walking with a bag

I like all money green but I don’t like my hoes to match

I like all money green but I don’t like my hoes to match

I sign my check and employ myself, I don’t even gotta scratch

I sign my check and employ myself, I don’t even gotta scratch

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