Gucci Mane - Informant [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I sit around in the with my young niggas
Sellin' narcotics
Boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
Fuck 12, cause a nigga got a 12-gauge shotty
And I heard [?]boy just shot somebody
Rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot
[?] better run, cause I [?]
Head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock
And I drop the informant who talk to the damn cops

[Verse 1]
I'm a soldier on the battlefield
Got a young nigga who love to kill
More bodies than a Navy Seal
These young boys ain't got nothin' to do
But somethin' to prove and somethin' to shoot
Kill you on you birthday
Take you cake, and fuck your lady too
Shoot you in your [?]
Now, have a Rastafarian funeral
"[?] is a traitor" she said to his [?]
Hundred wawa's, all with woppers
Ain't no fucking breathing room
18 karat gold [?] my hollow tip got diamonds
Extended clip I dipped my clip in rose gold, so it match my jewelry, fool
"Gucci Mane got stupid money, but that boy ain't lyrical"
I'm Eazy-E, reincarnated, but without the Jheri curl (R.I.P.)
Without the [?] piece the on my ear
And ice cubes on my [?]

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[Verse 2]
Here's you a little tip
Gucci Mane a miracle
Call me anything but lyrical
The shit gonna get physical
[?] on your bitch ass
I fucked her in the living room
She tried to get you to walk the walk
So, now the bitch [?]
Short, fine
Big butt, with a fat purse
[?] nine, show time
Make that gat burst
I don't mind
But, don't touch it 'till you ask first
My new chick
She'll eat a dick like a bratwurst
[?]
I sell the lean
Pancake, Mrs. Butterworth
100K on three whips, that's a [?]
100 pounds, I didn't pay
I got a weed [?]

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