Gucci Mane - Blama on Ya Lyrics
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    Blama on Ya

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
    I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me
    Damn near got a thousand grams on me
    If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya
    Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Running from the bounty homie
    Your honor I think ya outta order
    I know what you did last summer fuck your baby mother
    Gucci Mane's 80s baby and he took 180 from you
    Mixed Haitian at the station smoking
    Like some damn Jamaican
    Only thang that I regret is ion got my pistol license
    Swisher slice without a license ion give a fuck about it
    You a snitch to tell me now I'm gone get the fuck around
    [?] system now you probably hit me another counter
    Why they call mountain park I don't see no fucking mountain
    Truck dusted and disgusted walk around aggressive mouth
    I met the plug and ran it up don't know if I have the hundred thousand
    I may ain't sold a million records but I got a million dollars

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
    I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me
    Damn near got a thousand grams on me
    If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya
    Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

    [Verse 2: Young Dolph]
    I got a thousand grams on my motherfuckin arm
    Made a half ticket of off twenty dollar fund
    Sitting in the middle of my neighborhood chilling
    With two white bitches blowing weed out the ceiling
    Made a fifty thousand profits bought half on guns
    Turn my neighborhood to Cali can't stay where I'm from
    My niggas gang banging robbing all that
    Even my nephew got his teacher calling
    Say he don't wear shit to school but all black
    I dare a pussy nigga to speak my motherfucking name then
    Send my boys through there with them choppas it make it rain
    All these diamonds on me I'm just coolin'
    All these sick haters gone make me call your bitch up and
    Go make a movie

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
    I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me
    Damn near got a thousand grams on me
    If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya
    Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

    [Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
    You know me I got that strap and I'll blama some
    You know me I get it gone I get my hands on
    No hands on all these suckers they won't live long
    Ain't nowhere to moan everythang I own
    I up a couple hundreds strong plus I just got on
    I just fucked a nigga bitch I fucked it up and turn her on
    I just hopped out of new whip when I talk to her it turn on
    I couldn't wait for no nigga I had get it on my own damn yeah
    I just bought a new house and put them bricks in
    I walked in smelling like who fucking rich mane
    In the kitchen whipping fucking on my wrist again
    And I'm motherfucking blam put your hands on it

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
    I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me
    Damn near got a thousand grams on me
    If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya
    Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie

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