Lyrics:
tell 'em shit 'bout me, them bitches love to pry (it's Gucci)
Never met a nigga half of me, they devils in disguise
All the stupid shit I do, I wish I
save her, and she want me sadly
Mane Go pick her up, I heard She doing badly
Lately been playn in traffic
Nigga jump in my lane, imma give him some
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
made it to da Bob Barkers
Guccis like I do me, be out by da mornin
Pay Attention, dis is real shit
Like a walk to da Shell from Turf, so you can feel
Wop
808 Mafia
Southside and East Side
Gucci (We an army)
They call me pea coat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa)
Gucci Mane home balling
(I love Fisher Price)
804-335-0051
L-O-L smiley face, L-O-L smiley face (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
804-335-0051 (Gucci)
L-O-L smiley face, L-O-L
Let-let-let-let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already livin'
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it, get it, get it
Came from the bottom, no one said it
/ get a little fame
Good head plus i love her frame
She da 1 had 2 give her wedding ring
Pictures with a queen by the pool like gucci mane
Gotta watch
ain't my thang
I could roll a dutch then smoke like a train
Mane fuck is y'all range
I can see big diamonds
Gucci belt and some rings
All the fame all
sit back and hope
Mane get off ya ass and go vote
Your future at stake my nigga so grab that shit by the throat
See you can be left and you can be right
(Stupid)
I'm dunkin' on' your bitch like Tim bro (Free throw)
I let the block hit her, she Mutombo
[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Gucci Mane]
I need a Benzo, a Benzo
about nobody
I just care about me
Ay pimpin, this for that trick mayne
Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I
Told 'em God was sendin' me a boat
But
Fast break, pass the kush that's a no look pass
Slam dunkin in my donk, trunk goin' stupid ham
I'm the man, I'm the man, like shawty, I'm the man
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her pantyhose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way
My nigga My Nigga My Nigga
Mane why u had to go away
You turnt my so cold dat day
Couldn't stand to see ya Fuckin grave
Mane we was real big player
(woo)
Getting sucked up by Jasmine (sucked up)
Slurping my wood, cabin (slurp)
Skippa he started that dabbing
Lock 'em up for kidnapping, they jacking
icy entertainment
I'm gangster but I'm famous, bitch I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Diamonds on me blinkin' mane, fuck what niggas thinkin' mane
Guwop
that Gucci Mane (baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey)
Yeah, yeah (hey)
If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want
Gucci
Dro by the pound like I'm big Gucci
That shit don't excite me I'm Gucci
Bitch I think I might be Gucci
I got broads in Atlanta, no (No)
I got women
work like bape n dem ghetto boy like facin' em
It ain't no mistaken him
Hottest boys out drake n him
Me juice mane and whaka n' dem
Ride around with
made a hit on gang
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane
I just keep feeling like Gucci Mane
I just keep feeling like Soulja Boy
When they count me out when
just not impressed, no
I said baby what's your favorite song? (24)
She said 24 and Gucci Mane (Wop)
I said baby what's your favorite song? (24)
She
memories, but we weren't really friendly (nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries, you can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt, but I got my eye
with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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