Lyrics:
what kind of shit is that?)
What? (I'm from the motherfuckin streets man)
Man you already know man
(Talk about he fucked my motherfuckin bitch)
? You know what I'm sayin'?
They just see the glitz and glimmer with this shit, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Let me tell you 'bout my life 'cause
Damn, got me paranoid, every time I leave the house I'm strapped now
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six on my life I can't go out
a model (Rome)
Gucci Mane and Doja Cat, call me El Gato (Gato)
I'm the big boss and I got big bread (yeah)
I'm gettin' big-headed and I like good head
(wop)
Gucci El Dorado, we in Rome, I'm a model (Rome)
Gucci Mane and Doja Cat, call me El Gato (Gato)
I'm the big boss and I got big bread (yeah)
I
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
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
If the safest place is really where I'm
Living mane
I was chasing dreams with rocky mane
98th and central posted up
Rocky spit a verse and kill it
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
Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules
Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit
You know, half you rap niggas ain't
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
Gucci. Versace. Digiorno
If it ain't designer you won't find it on my torso (shit shit ass)
Gucci fanny pack
Gucci fanny pack
(Fuck you)
Gucci
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
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
to the business
Nigga got a vision I'm rich by September
I been out my fucking mind mane
I'm still tryna figure out bout when my true time is
So I keep on with my
you out 4 dinner
She say yeah datz cool
Nda numbers dat you did ima do times 2, wanna hit diz mid Gucci
Shit dog I'm cool
I'm Cool (yeeaahh)
She Cool
bomb on ya
Bitches tippin', I'm tip toein to a milly
This not rockin
This that king shit, I'm mufasa
You can't do shit, boy don't bother
Don't you dare
the cut, I'm in the ghost, I'm tryna beat that pussy up
Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
Smokin', drankin', freakin', shit
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way
Chan, Jackie Chan
My eyes look like Jackie Chan 'cause I smoke that mary jane
My eyes look so Asian, man, 'cause I'm smoking that purple thing
Gucci Mane
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
here
Mane
Im a reject dreamer audio killer
The boy still here
Mane
Boy still here
Boy still here
Audio killer , reject dreamer
I done been against all
Verse 1
Yap Yap talk talk I don’t do that shit I had it all already aint got to prove that shit shit they rapping about shit I grew up with gucci
on the news, we made him famous (famous)
Please proceed with caution, Gucci Mane them armed and dangerous (and dangerous)
I hangout with felons, we don't never
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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