Lyrics:
9-1-1, 9-1-1
It's Gucci Mane, yeah, that's my name,
I'm goin' thug, I'm goin' thug
Blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up
I'm like M.C. Hammer, I
They show me all this love, it's gucci gucci
Gucci gucci
She's in love with gucci gucci
Gucci gucci
Gucci gucci
I don't care I make more money got
rangs
Eight please, excuse me, that's fo' on both hands
I'm Mr. Perfect run Mane Mane, Gucci Mane
Gucci!!
Run it back just like I'm a runningback
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I
savings
You talking money nicca talk more to us
Cuz to us, we get to it,
And to it, ain’t no limit
Aim for the stars not between it
Gucci on my feet, I
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
like
Over the hills we go, nina, I sold so much dope
? jumper, I can't throw a slider
But gucci mane's a rider, slide by any spider
Spiker, viper, vette
seven years later
All of my niggas could eat, Mhm
I love it, mane
I love it, mane
I love it, mane
I love it, mane
I love it, mane
I love it, mane
I love
away
Forever by my lonely
Fuck my friends they left me hanging mane
I'm a diamond in the dirt somebody find me
Johnny Dang
Niggas on my head they wanna
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
a minute
I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it
They put Gucci in a cell then Madea went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I
contra
More chains then Buster, and more hoes then Usher
It's Gucci Mane & Drama, so that means more commas
I'm hands on like a laptop, get your cap
Gucci Mane, you know it's bricks involved (skrrt, skrrt)
The sun ain't even up yet, I'm thinkin' 'bout the check ('bout it)
Woke up in the mornin',
(fired)
On to the next one
More fish in the sea (more fish in the sea)
Girls are like buses (buses)
Miss one, next fifteen, one comin' (ha)
Gucci Mane
nigga, I quit
I spend mills quick, but fuck it, my nigga
I quit
It's Gucci Mane, and nigga, fuck it, I quit
All these pussy ass niggas, man
They telling
send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Gucci Mane the leftie
Pockets so hefty
Wrist so fucking rocky I can't even
this shit a game, I'm a pull up on you blasting
Call my brotha Deezy need them thangs for the low
I'm gon blow, by the O, got ya hoe we blowing dro
I
Gucci Mane, Gucci
Runnin' back just like I'm a run it back
While my diamonds doin' jumpin' jacks my pockets gettin' fat
I'm gettin' fat, obese, I won't
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
wrist still hitting plane Bin Laden
Draped in this Gucci Cape
They think I'm Gucci Mane Remind them
No I ain't Gucci Davis
But I put the Rod in Rick
She
you want mo James wrote no
Cause if you want More we can make a deal
Ro got pills deals on wheels nigga we about to profit man I'm on my way
James
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
.jpg/300px-One_More_Girl_2014_(2).jpg "One More Girl")
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