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fucking wit a G you'll get bodied mane
Scars on my heart fucking wit a bitch left me a lot of pain
If i tell you my life promise you wont look at me

leg is on flick
Jump off a plane
N**** landed and got hit by a crane
I'm Going insane
I keep working and keep growing my mane (Bitch)
Stay in your lane

to the grave)
Yea (take it to the grave)
Yeah yeah
Stick shit
This shit
Hot shot
Bitch obnoxious. (this the one)
Fix it,
Bitch get mopped quick,
Gang and mob

Do it
Watch it
Do it how I
Watch it

She ugly hot
Like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back

watch
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot
Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high
I'm with the clappers
Brodie changed his

Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu-

Pussy my way feel like Tommy Cash
Sicky sicky sick, fuck a bitch gash
Gucci Prada diamond ring in my phone
Five bottles in my wrapper

the sound
Of people chantin your name
Gather the fame
This is no game
As hot as a flame
You won't be called lame
I'm turning insane
As big as a lion's mane

I see him in his Button down 
Everything Gucci 
He said he had his bands up 
Like king louie 
I said i need a boss nigga 
Like Gucci mane 
One know

the stuff you get shot for
Ever since I was 12 I been on the block more
Spinning the blocks I'm knocking ya top off
Bullets burnt him burn him like he hot

mountain
I'm cooking up whipping the pot by the ounces
The people be looking that shit be astounding
I'm really up steady my neck is fountain
The pussy be

I feel lots of Gucci belts in ambush
Footprints walking of construction site boots
And I see them hunting virgin’s panties
Right outside my door
They

up like fireworks
This right here is my flow, game
Only here to flex ‘mane
Grinding all day to make pay
Spend the checks on shit, yay
Gucci belt

up like fireworks
This right here is my flow, game
Only here to flex ‘mane
Grinding all day to make pay
Spend the checks on shit, yay
Gucci belt

the Goat
I used to whip up the work in bando a table of poles
Ready to blow
I got that shit by the O could smell the shit all in my clothes
Look at these

business, uh
We hand out that infractions for any acts of suspicion, uh
Twenty thousand dollar cash, stuff it in my momma couch
Shooters on the roof, that

to Meek Mill nie zbocze to szczyty Ty
Zamknij pysk i milcz Ty nie przypisuj win mi
Jest git i My mamy przy sobie berety poryte jak Gucci Mane
Chce Gucci

Make me
Wake up
I ain't trynna
Wake up

Sick n tired the same stuff
Trynna sleep till the days done
And arise when the night comes

Wake up
Sick

rapping like the plug

I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still fuck a nigga up

Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case

can't get enough
Fill the parks its fun and stuff
Nigga been moving the chain aye
Fly them kicks Liu Kang aye
Whole squad built like Bane aye
Winning

better be respecting my hustle
I put my respect in a duffle I shuffle i scuffle
You know ima stuff him I'm humbling huddling around the bundle
217 In my

Kill or Be Killed

Gangsta Boo

Enquiring Minds, Vol. 2: The Soap Opera

Die by the skill, dawg, these streets are too real

Okay, Rob done get caught up in some crazy stuff
'cause that petty ass robber tried to test to Rob's

they pussy stuff coke
as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer
palmin' hammers
think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
takin' over

path, but still the same mane
Plain Jane. Gucci
No chains
No rangs
Fuck fame, groupie
Four thangs. Boosie
Blow dank, that so stank. Coochie
I'm juicy
Take

bet to differ
Im big dog bitch call me Clifford
Off the leash
Im gucci mane
But better lookings all I'm saying
I don't diss a lot okay
Beauty in my arts