Lyrics:
getting raised in tha hood
cye, cye Lord mane just take me away from tha stressing from tha hurt from tha pain in my way
Got my head in tha clouds while I
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
Gucci Mane
I just numb all this pain with my cup in hand
I have dreams I have goals but don't ever plan
I don't be planning shit out, I just be all in
groupies that just fight to flirt
Mane I'd have boobies dripped in Gucci that'll come rob yo purse
I'd put a 12th man on the corner call him Richard Sherman
Cartier with clear lenses please don't cloud my vision (yeah)
And don't nobody fuck with Gucci Mane kitchen (skrrt)
Gucci Mane and Tiggy man this classic
luv dem all
Got 40 thousand dollars n my Gucci draws pussy
N I ain't even reed up yet
But like da repo man da whole hood n debt huh
N I ain't even reed
She said that I've been fired
On to the next one
More fish in the sea
Girls are like buses
Miss one, Next fifteen, one comin'
Gucci Mane crazy
fractured
Ransom yo lil hansom son, so sad yo that first daughter captured
Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border
Your girlfriend's
Oh
Omarion, yeah, it's Gucci
Song dynasty, yeah
Watch me get it
Gucci, Gucci
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister
grinding tho I failed 100 times
I prey my dreams don't die
Gucci saint Laurent on my back 9on god)
I was broke but I'm never going back (on god)
I prey my
Hah, go
Marii Beatz, turn me up
Guwop (Hah, Gucci)
It's Gucci (Gucci)
(Gucci, hah)
Dun D-D-D-Deal (ayy)
Hah
My bitch came off a boat, boat,
on the crest like the boulder crest bully
Call your plug and tell that nigga that that Gucci Mane took it
If you lock me up I'm gonna get out and start back
the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from
and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
Play with the butterfly and get stung by the bumblebee
Gotta know my niggas making bread, like Sarra Lee
Your girl gets me to the crib, she tie me down
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
[Chorus]
Call me Gucci flocka flame I den changed my name
Call me frenchie mane la flare gucc the kid its all the same
I be runnin' gunnin' stuntin'
cause
I’ll be worse then Will Smith
I’ll beat my bittch name out of yo mouth
When u see me in my Gucci Tesla
you noe um so hood
when I’m sliding thru
shape,
All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake,
Gave it to her first
(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
a talking box
The streets talk, but when they talk, they stop
No big amount
Don't get me wrong, I love my hood, but it ain't big enough
Shouts out
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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