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Gucci Mane Publicity Stunt Lyrics

Song Info: Gucci Mane Publicity Stunt Song name is Publicity Stunt. This song is sung by Gucci Mane & the lyrics is written by Gucci Mane, Tay Keith.

Gucci Mane Publicity Stunt Lyrics

[Intro]
1017, Brr!

[Chorus]
He tryna pull a publicity stunt
These rappers be pu$$y, They bleed once a month
Don’t speak on my name, Don’t get put in a blunt
You can diss all you want
Still won’t get a response (Nah)
It’s still free the gang ’til they get out the joint
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt (Nah)
Live by the gun then you die by the gun
Ain’t gotta care about the sh!t that i done
My n!gga got bond and he went on the run (Go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front
Dropping the ceiling, I’m thinking i’ll dump
Kill for a living and murder for fun
We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt (No)
Nah, We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt

[Verse 1]
Why you diss me for publicity n!gga? (Huh?)
Is you in the streets or a industry n!gga? (Well d^^n)
Is you my fan or my enemy, N!gga?
My money too grown to be kidding with n!ggas (It long)
I beat it with n!ggas, Play talk on the bunk
One n!gga didn’t pay, He got stabbed and runned up
Say he my opp but try dapping me up
Give a round of applause ‘Cause we clapping him up (Clap)
Trappers “R” us, Come and traffic with us
Gone finesse on your b!tch, Go to texas with us (Nah)
Say we the reason the prices went up
I ran off on the plug and i doubled it up
These old n!ggas just don’t know when to shut up
Better call yourself lucky if you walk on a crutch
I got long arms, I can reach out and touch you
We got them singers, They send off to russia
Ain’t no disputing, I kill like i’m putin
Got a truck full of shooters, I move like i’m trump
Soldiers thank god for me like i’m obama
Try to go get some gas and got killed at the pump
Say you got hits, But look, You in a slump
Say that you rich but you live in a dump
My chico retarded, A switch on the pump (Yeah!)
Tell him shoot when he open, He say he wanna dump

[Chorus]
He tryna pull a publicity stunt
These rappers be pu$$y, They bleed once a month
Don’t speak on my name, Don’t get put in a blunt
You can diss all you want, Still won’t get a response
It’s still free the gang ’til they get out the joint
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt (No)
Live by the gun then you die by the gun
Ain’t gotta care about the sh!t that i done
My n!gga got bond and he went on the run (Go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front
Dropping the ceiling, I’m thinking i’ll dump
Kill for a living and murder for fun
We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt (No)
Nah, We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt

[Verse 2]
It’s free poh! and foo’ ’til it’s backwards
You b^^tards, “Why you sign goons?”
I don’t fuk with these rappers Most claim that they real But they know they some cappers I take a trap and i make them go platinum Fuk making excuses, I’m making it happen
I put that sh!t on, And spend 10k on fashion (I do)
Trick on the b!tch like i’m robert kardashian (I do)
Making more money than you can imagine (I will)
When you caught lacking, That’s when they attacking
Thought i was splurging, Didn’t know i was stacking
White and gold jewelry, They said i was tacky
She gave me head and i gave her a rack (Woo)
It came out his mouth, Now he can’t take it back
Watch what you say, Who you calling a rat
These n!ggas spread gossip then call it a fact
‘fore we give a statement, We’ll lay on the mat (Wow)
Free all the soldiers who never roll over
Who fight for their life, Gotta sleep with a knife
Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life
But he won his appeal, Now he covered in ice
Young n!gga mixing codeine with the sprite
He gone bust you, Gone sign it
And get three hundred likes
Stuck to a deal, She stepping for stripes
And give back to the hood
I bought three hundred bikes

[Chorus]
He tryna pull a publicity stunt
These rappers be pu$$y, They bleed once a month
Don’t speak on my name, Don’t get put in a blunt
You can diss all you want, Still won’t get a response
It’s still free the gang ’til they get out the joint
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt
Live by the gun then you die by the gun
Ain’t gotta care about the sh!t that i done
My n!gga got bond and he went on the run (Pew)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front
Dropping the ceiling, I’m thinking i’ll dump
Kill for a living and murder for fun
We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt (No)
Nah, We ain’t about to pull no publicity stunt

[Outro]
I thought you felt like gucci mane in 2006
I thought you felt like gucci mane in 2006
I thought you felt like gucci mane in 2006
I thought you felt like gucci mane in 2006
Well d^^n!

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