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old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

net worth
Dropped a album ain't a single motherfucker out here bought a sweatshirt
But I cut the fake friends out my network
Sharks in the water well

need some honey
Chew it like a gummy, stupid juicy oozy runny
Listen Gucci Mane I got what u need
Keisha and Alisha and Tamika got the weed
Girls

Evil Twin

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,

me wrong all my fits been getting fresher
What's the album never better
Gucci sweater, tat with letters
If I want her imma' get her
Looking down, her

groupies that just fight to flirt
Mane I'd have boobies dripped in Gucci that'll come rob yo purse
I'd put a 12th man on the corner call him Richard Sherman

carats on my chest not pointers (brrr)
Paris Fashion Week, fresh like a foreigner (huh)
Nigga tried to rob me, now he a goner (whew)
Gucci Mane preach

Let's Get Faded

Gucci Mane

BAYTL

2011

through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed

prominently featured
Did I pass, or did I fail, even by taking this class
It all in one thing
Two letters U-P
Up, up, up
And that spells up
And that's the word

that's a feeling to trust

I thought I'd write you an album

I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken

(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(I'm working on dying)

Bro got the 9, I got the four tucked (four tucked)
Niggas wanna keep talkin', they gotta show

Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)

Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch

but they can't help it, please don't try us 'cause we steppin' (true)
It's Gucci Mane the mogul, but I'm a convicted felon (well, damn)
The first rule

geleckt
Ich besuche Lil Shrimp und scheiß'
Ihm in die Gucci-Cap
Ich bin immer gut gedressed, Sonnenbrille
Steppjacke nehm' euch alle hops
Auch ohne Ausweis

I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see

aye
Just dropped an album I'm droppin again
Lotta old friends they blow in the wind
And my team doin good imma buy em some Gucci
Tune in to life I'm gon

manes will never put my nine to shame
And bitch you better die in vain
When I tie your veins to a limousine
And drag you around like a puppet on strings

By cats dressed in blue 
Everything out here y’all ain’t righteous, oh my god 

Man, I love my family. I love my dawgs
These haters mane want me gone -

it
I cannot mess with no loser, aye
I just been showing and proving, aye
I get the bag like I'm Gucci Mane
But I do not spend it on Gucci, aye
These

mother-fucking hit, bitch
Let's go
Shit we got fucking Gucci Mane, how'd we get a Gucci verse?
NO L
Let's go, No L, No L, No L

money I ain't gotta talk shit
All these shooters on my team mane
You'd only think we be playing offense
Playing with the paper now you in dank
Juicy J

[Gucci Mane]
I'm so f-cking dumb I wear diamonds on my thumbs,
There's a diamond on my d-ck so theres a diamond on her tongue,
I can't feel you baby

they fucking head spin
His best friend name was Aaron by my standards Aaron was a sweet kid
Could tell that he ain't never seen the fights as I did
Fast

your face, and I make you like me

No chit chat, hit me back
Gucci did this, Gucci Mane did that
If I did this and I didn't do that, why'd I do that,