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Answer by Gucci Mane Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2013

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Swag so turnt up I walk past a bitch
I don't need a bitch, don't even ask for shit
I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty bitch
Yo nigga used to have cash, now he broke as shit
2002 man I was serving massive bricks
Call me and my niggas Pacman the shit
I can't fit in my pants so rubber band the shit
My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn't understand this shit
I wish that I could turn but I'm not an evangelist
I wanna go to church but I feel like a hypocrite
Cuz when that work came in I had to sell this shit
So many P's at the trap then they would smell the shit
It's Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane:]
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a bitch with me, now the bitch won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the bitch and hold the bitch for ransom
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I started trappin in '94, sellin dimes at Texaco
Move the trap to Grisham Road, on I20 with heavy loads
Rap poppin, I let it go
Go back, I never know
I don't like meetin new people, you a real nigga, I never know
I got robbed a long time ago
Never happened again though
Keep me a extendo
Don't know if you friend or foe
You niggas playin Nintendo
I was windin my '74
Standin front of that corner cold
So broke, gonna rob the store
You say yo man is a gangsta
Then why he lyin in that chalk for?
Yo big brother go in the bank for er
Tryna open the vault tho
All my young niggas on go
Keep me one of them bank rolls
I don't fuck with these broke hoes
Diamonds all on my dick ho

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Jackie O]
Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real nigga
All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger
This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears nigga
Damn right I need my bread, bitch I got bills nigga
We got the money, didn't rent a car
Ain't got the car then wear the jewels
Ain't got the jewels you gon lose yo life and they'll catch yo ass on the evening news
20 minutes to hit my phone
20 minutes and I'mma couter mine
You got 20 minutes to hit my line or 20 niggas gon be runnin all through yo house
You got my number, nigga holler at me
You owe me and I want that
I got a bunch of niggas that's young and silly
When it come to killin they on that
I did my job, I front the pack
Nigga do yo job and run that back
You done lost the work? Nigga hit that lic
I don't give a fuck, bring my money back
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]