- Gucci Mane Jingle Bales Intro 歌詞
- Gucci Mane
- Wop
East Atlanta Santa
Jumpin out the Phantom
Huh, go
Jingle bales, bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds (**** em), just bust a nigga head (Bah)
Cause this nigga tried to play with my bread (Huh? Pussy)
Jingle bales (Jingle), mother** ** 12 (**** em)
Ima drop a bag on your head (Wack em, kill em)
The neighbors wont tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
Its a dead man sleep in your bad (Ooh, go)
Jingle, jingle (Jingle), Im Kris Kringle (Santa)
Tryna stack my chips up (Yeah), tall like Pringles
The work came darker , the price got cheaper (Cheap)
Coke like Christmas and pints like Easter (Pink)
Hustlin with the work, get in the kitchen like Batista (Rrah)
Shake the pot, shake the pot, shake it like a seizure (Skrrt)
Charge your boy the super high, sell it fore its even dry
Gucci the executive (Gucci), but I dont wear a suit and tie
Dressed super fly, Im too rich for even Uber rides (No Uber)
Cant even go outside (No), everywhere Im recognized (Ooh)
Gucci Mane a model now, they need me to advertise (Yeah)
Pull up in an Avatar, hybrid with some stupid ice
She stalkin me, she jockin me, she watch me like a private eye
Mob guy, wise guy, your boyfriend a small fry (Small)
Drop top, wintertime, cause I cant be the fall guy (Brr)
Ballin till you fall out (Ball), I just tried to buy the mall out (Oh, damn)
Jingle bales (Jingle), bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds, just bust a nigga head (Bah)
Cause this nigga tried to play with my bread (Wack em, hoo)
Jingle bales (Jingle), mother**** 12 (**** em)
Ima drop a bag on your head (Damn, damn)
The neighbors wont tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
Its a dead man sleep in your bad (Ooh)
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