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get the fuck)
Fresh what you tell him?
He say fuck em we get busier (You know that, know that, know that)
Yeah
Fuck them niggas feelings I came out

up
Run it up
Hit it again yeh
Me and Army did it again
No loses only wins in the plan
I'm with bad boy
Tell em take that
I feel like murda where

deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I

Live in every moment so I don’t mind it as much 
Why not live it up
When I step it’s Gucci Louis Prada 
Ten toes down you can tell by my persona
I lay

If they penetratin  
You up in ya shit 
Don’t you spit 
On this generation 

Pull up in a drive by 
Ima wet uncle sam wit the glock 9
Like a slave boy

Wit my mans
All y'all niggaz outta gas

My nigga stash
Countin cash
On her ass
Yea she do tha doggie dance

We drive by
Laser tag
Put 'em inna big boy

a L, you is not a g
Trying to level up my smell, I might cop gold by commodity
They be hating I can tell, but that's probably cause I got 'em beat
New

want a good life
Yeah, Yeah
Gucci on the way
Yeah, you gotta pay
C'mon, can't you stay
When you standing by my side yeah
Girl you know that you cannot

Chickens

Boy, you know where to go at. Stop playin.

Wally Wally then


On deck and I got it for the Low
You know where to go
I could do a half or a whole

On the net he a killer
That boy pissed his pants
He got caught by a driller
Life is a movie
I really be poppin
She don't wanna fuck
I ain't trippin got options

nice
Been rockin diamonds so much I had switch up the ice
Then call the lot up and tell em switch up the price
Ya know I'm coming at ya got you seein it

the laser
Im tempted to spray em'
We not gonna leave till he pay us
My diamonds, they look like some candy
I put that shit on whether it's now or later
Gucci

You're gonna get shot by a white boy in a Nintendo 64 button down
How does that make you feel? 
That's gotta be a fucking blow to your ego you shit head

Double G no Gucci Mane you can’t clone me
Don’t need nobody walk around by my lonely
Nobody fucking with me
Double cup I got my honey with me
Anybody can

My new found pension
I ain't gotta listen
Other ways to pay attention
Look'em inna eyes
Garuntee you see the tension
Neeedless just to mention I've

handouts
I ain't trappin' out the bando
Bet I made a couple bands tho
Why you spend it on a bag 
Gucci and Louis ain't paying your rent
No
How you gon work

Commission

Shyne

Shyne

2000

nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules

a fuck
Exploding on every track
Excuse me while I self-destruct
The best at this rap shit
Can't yo tell by my presence
If you look for the God mc
I'm

goin be Gucci
Yeah he talkin like a vet but on the real he a newbie
Spark em up like BIC
watch it spit like a lougie
You can think imma bitch but watch

off it, that shit
But it's all gucci
Probably in the cuzzi' coolin'
Ray Chris what you doing?
Going stupid
What I gotta do 
To make em' listen

of the pies 
Like bring another 10 
I need em by the weekend had a hell of a line 
Hand on your heart 
Would you let the ting clart 
Where your Enemy lies 
If

her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't

the motto
I'm gettin' guala, we die by dollars and make em holler
Gucci on collar My pants Prada from Remy Dada, go' ask the hood
I'm notorious like I'm

getting started, you already finished
I'm smoking some dopey, it got me so lost
This is designer, can tell by the cost
Drip in some Chrome, I ain't rocking