Lyrics:
like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had
(Huh?)
My name is Young Gucci, but I am not Gucci mane
I got 30 thousand racks, I forgot my exes names
Told me to go by house, I'd Rather go and buy
Gucci
Make a billion dollars what im tryna do
Gucci Mane La Flare im so tired of you
And if I had the time I would be sleepin too
But im workin
(holiday Season)
Hot dammit it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European vehicle
Damn Gucci lyrical
Nah, I
stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon' ride
Free my guys in the Pollock, fed niggas might start a riot
Yeah! Yeah!
Gucci Gucci, Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, familiar territory
Get it, get it, get it, believe it
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
hit on shit
They'll set you up for the loot shit, man
Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit
Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane
Gucci mane
Fuck with me no I ain’t switching lanes
Inner circle I don’t need new friends
Talking bout gang but you a lame
너네는 허세만 부리네
근데 노래는 다 구리네
난 혼자
turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog
cases
My alias is Gucci Mane, my name is Radric Davis (who)
If you take the time to step in front my shine, that time is wasted (wow)
See I don't got
gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle, Gucci belt, Gucci bucket
Sharper than the yellow number two, I doesn't what I do
gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle, Gucci belt, Gucci bucket
Sharper than the yellow number two, I doesn't what I do
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
ain't heard you
I'm Kaine Wick and I fuck up the pain
See, GoonRich was my muhfuckin' man
All this Gucci I'm the real Gucci Mane
My brother died and I was
send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek
shape,
All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake,
Gave it to her first
hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like
Yeah!
We keep it hot up in that range
With her feet up on the dashboard
She'll do anything I like!!
Oooh that baby you got that good stuff
Good
Yeah!
We keep it hot up in that range
With her feet up on the dashboard
She'll do anything I like!!
Oooh that baby you got that good stuff
Good
Yeah!
We keep it hot up in that range
With her feet up on the dashboard
She'll do anything I like!!
Oooh that baby you got that good stuff
Good
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