Lyrics:
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
yeah I'm flexin' like a Gucci Mane
Louis V shoes 가격표는 그냥 무시해
비가 내리네 통장엔
떴어 무지개
지금 내 손목엔
5천짜리 VVS
yeah I'm flexin' like a Gucci Mane
Louis V shoes
I'm Gucci Mane smokey smokey Bart chain
I get high when I'm having hard days
I really hate when I can feel my heart ache
Sometimes I wish I didn't
to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father
An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart
If you
and I'm bumpin' Gucci Mane
Head icy fresh, got VS's in my chain
Diamonds so bitter like they dancin' in the rain
Gotta keep it ghetto, for forever, never
put your pop on Fox Five (pop), Mr. Eleven alive
My hood bang B's like a hive (wow), they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci
ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It's Miss Shawnna)
I'm Gucci Mane, a flare, I'm MVP
I
dancing
Dancing all night, ten grand make you dance, dance
Hundreds in my pants turn your chick to my girlfriend (damn)
Gucci in the battle box I just
goon card
Niggas scared to fuck wit me, don't wanna serve me
Shop wit ya Wednesday, take from ya Thursday
Splurge wit my comrades, Gucci mane I'm hood
Read my paperwork, Gucci Mane, A1
Hangin' by myself 'cause I know I won't say nothin'
I just will call my lawyer, I ain't seen nothin'
Everybody got
to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz aint playin.
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane!
!) mane I wish that bitch was still wit me.
As a juvenille hid it by
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
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
the booth cause my phone keep on bangin
I feel like Gucci man, the spot hot, my dough keep on swingin
I'm so trapped out, I'll sell a bow and palm manes I
bad bad bad all by myself
I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself
I'm a bad boy but still there's so much good in me
You can take me out the hood
got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)
I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane
Real talk I did your folks show for a hundred bands
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent
Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
In the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent
Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's
I'm high
Burr (burr)
Yeah
Baow, baow (yeah), baow
Female Gucci Mane, big ass diamond chain (burr)
Real hood bitch, the north what I claim (you
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
Too short in the studio
She not my side she the main
Keeping it Gucci like Mane
Said she can get in my lane
Spark it go straight to the brain
She
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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