
Faces Gucci Mane (Ft. Bankroll Fresh & Yung Ralph)
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[Intro: Yung Ralph]
Yung Ralph in here, Gucci Mane in here
Yung Fresh, nigga
Sportscenter
Wilt Chaimberlin
A hundred points, nigga
Gwop, gwop, gwop, nigga
You get popped, popped, popped, nigga
And we got faces, different races
Zaytoven
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I got faces, I got faces
[?] to Ben Franklin
I love the white girl cause I'm not racist
30,000 on me, all them faces
I got faces, pretty faces
In every video the same old faces
Mix the old heads with the new faces
A hundred thousand cash all in faces
[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]
A hundred thousand dollar bankroll, gwop on me
Diamonds everywhere, I walk around with rocks on me
You can catch me in your hood, might have a Glock on me
With that long ass pistol, that'll pop on me
Faces, all different races
Later on I might hit the club and just waste it
Throw it in the air, can fall like a matrix
Haters mean mug, cause they conscience can't take it
Riding down the Avenue, 71 cutlass
[?]
My face is over here, my face is over there
I think somebody cloned me, my face is everywhere
Yung Ralph
Yung Ralph in here, Gucci Mane in here
Yung Fresh, nigga
Sportscenter
Wilt Chaimberlin
A hundred points, nigga
Gwop, gwop, gwop, nigga
You get popped, popped, popped, nigga
And we got faces, different races
Zaytoven
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I got faces, I got faces
[?] to Ben Franklin
I love the white girl cause I'm not racist
30,000 on me, all them faces
I got faces, pretty faces
In every video the same old faces
Mix the old heads with the new faces
A hundred thousand cash all in faces
[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]
A hundred thousand dollar bankroll, gwop on me
Diamonds everywhere, I walk around with rocks on me
You can catch me in your hood, might have a Glock on me
With that long ass pistol, that'll pop on me
Faces, all different races
Later on I might hit the club and just waste it
Throw it in the air, can fall like a matrix
Haters mean mug, cause they conscience can't take it
Riding down the Avenue, 71 cutlass
[?]
My face is over here, my face is over there
I think somebody cloned me, my face is everywhere
Yung Ralph
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