Lyrics:
emails from Ellen one from Oprah
Threw all this bullshit We Suede
Everything Gucci I'm talking Gucci Mane
Ain't to much else We can say
They gave Us
The first one was a fluke
Anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop
Bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff
like I'm Drake
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips
babe, then blow it, that's your job
Bitch gave me her heart then said, "Don't break it, that's your job"
I just told Gucci he hot as he can get
I
changes, Can't get you off of my brain
I'm hot inside the streets my pot bubbling
But half of us ain't gone make it out the ugly
That chopper on me now
I see long range
Bout my business mane
You was guessing just the wrong thang
You kind of hot, but to me you got the wrong flame
Ion play no games,
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
Migos (Migos)
That anyone in the world knows (World knows)
I'm only on this because Future said no
(Said no) so did Travis Scott, Gucci Mane
And Mike
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
better write your will
She gon get ugly, my youngest pop about two pills
Where them niggas before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
Playing with Gucci Mane is just
Like playing with a lighter
Playing
on me and it's like blue water (dancin')
Your bitch from 'cross the block, well, my bitch from 'cross the border (cross the border)
Gucci Mane and Roddy
hot flame
Got gas in the spot mane
Chillin in a drop thang
Drego octane, yoga fire hot flame
Hating won't stop fame
Nigga I'm all game
Dregan insane
Get you that Louis V
I'm wearin' Gucci
Buy you that Louis, that Gucci, that Prada
Where you from said it's hot like Nevada
Spark it up cause we got
could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
(What?)
New plans, forty grands on the Lex land
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
(Spray tan)
Big ballers don't
HAAA HUUU HAAA HUUU
Do I sound like Gucci Mane when I do that
Boogz HAAA
This ain't no Gucci Mane it's Bodacious Bram
Just doin what I do man
Shout
is hot
And all these jealous ass chickens tryna get what we got
Niggas ain't saying nothing unless they spending a knot
We rock Gucci Prada Dolce
Some snakes who just be liars in front your face or behind ya back
And mane that's hella whack but pay attention 'cause who you attract
Is a reflection
can't fuck with that bitch 'cause that coochie stank
Trying to run that shit up just like Gucci Mane
I leave her speechless, I leave her head sprung
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
stick, man Gucci Mane is no pool shark
All this diamonds sittin' on my chest baby, they turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of these
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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