Lyrics:
need Tyler Perry sales
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling
medical, you know I ain't gon pass it
Float on instrumentals, you would think this shit was magic
You would think this shit was magic
I ain't playing games
the metro (Damien)
People beepin' in the classroom, got to serve a zippo (true)
Ventin' 'bout my nigga Take' on a Zay' instrumental (Ziggy)
You know I
in my last prime
Four times, times five
That's twenty primes, that I go in
So ferocious
Lion
I ain't lyin... mane
What you tryna do?
You be Gucci mane
put him in the trunk
Mister, nosy reporter, ain't missed ya
Fuck off my line, get the fuck off my dick
I set trends been legit, since a lil' git
Hoe by
mane
Yeah you know we litty
And you know we litty
Me and De-Bo out in Cali going loco
Just copped some chicken out at Roscoe's
It's the first time I ever
I didn't even know my next guest was in town
but he just dropped by and I'm really excited
Ladies and gentlemen
Jive Turkey, motherfucker
Where you
my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the nigga (slime)
Machine gun friends, twin
to the Spirit we strengthen
In numbers, we raisin the bar on the graph
They know that is God is protecting me and
They still fighting me, that's why I laugh
My
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
Prada Gucci and Chanel
And I took an L
I didn't come back by myself
We rolling in the deep like Adele
Got a sketelle
Brought her back to the hotel
And I
brought some twins
It's three girls and one Gucci Mane goddamn I'm goin' in
All these Franklins on me man I said my name was Ben
Magic City Monday night,
an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common
Did you see this comin'?
Nigga with an attitude
A hundred miles and runnin'
I
bucks, take this and Ebay it
And all you Phantom owners know why you can't stand me
Got one in Virigina 'nother one in Miami
[Chorus]
Let’s go! DJ Holiday!
Shoutout my nigga Tity Boi! My nigga Dolla!
Southside, stand up! We working!
(The Aphilliates, nigga)
I know what y’all thinking!
Yeah
Gucci
Flocka
Ferrari Boyz in the building
Catch up!
Everybody know I got a sack man
I got the whole hood shopping when the pack ends,
'll change the world By cleaning up my act and my clothes
Shut up so I can just enjoy the silence
I asked and no one wants to hear you sing
Just know that love
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
way
I think y'all know how we doing
I'm paying luxury tags, you know, yeah, I can't relate
I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, gato, vato, he jew in
you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
Whoa
I mean, I know
I know y'all know about that Gucci business though
But you know I gotta holla at y'all bout this
Chubby Gang, Chubby Gang, Chubby
like uh uh
I'm using my mind and we spreading the Gospel, by using The Voices for y'all
Not talking bout Gucci, but I'm wearing Louis, cause this is my
and shoot with the chop like a movie
Don't know why they pressing me
I know they ain't impressed by me
Sometimes this shit get too much
But you only care bout
I might pull up and just skrrr
If Gucci Mane was in my kitchen he'll say "burr"
Racks in my pocket, darling well durrr
I'ma spend a thousand
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