Lyrics:
Southern eagle, (?)fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear
I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill king
To get their
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones
1500,
Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets
Gucci Mane, the glacier baby
You know I’m awesome
Lambourghini bright yellow
You know it's awesome
Police try to pull me over
You know I lost ‘em
Just
Gucci
Make a billion dollars what im tryna do
Gucci Mane La Flare im so tired of you
And if I had the time I would be sleepin too
But im workin
white and yellow Polo socks (nyoom)
"Gucci Mane be pumpin' dog, he don't got all he say he got" (nyoom)
Just stash one Lemon homie, I can supply damn
hair blow,
I drive a sports car bitch, Put em Bapes to the gas,
If you scared go to church cus I'm finna drive fast,
Throwing cash out the brain
ear lobe
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Gucci mane, drummer boy
Dis here for da weirdos
Had it like a bag a dro
Flowin'
dont ask her once again they
at my hotel going in gucci mane be going in f*ck your
throat go again dj hit my hoe again tell me what you
recommend i put
angry, cause they never fuckin' hittin' me
Oh mane I heard it
I done watched it
I done seen the fuckin' jealousy
Oh bitch I got a baby by that fine ho'
it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
Mane, them niggas only wanna
just my eat ya
If I have to do some time, she gone hold me down like Keyshia
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia love
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia
It's Gucci, It's Gucci Burr
Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci, Flocka
Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it
So Icey
Yeah
We smokin' that fire
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know
bitch, you just sucked on the president
Gucci Mane and Thugger, man, together, that's one heavy team
She a very freaky girl, the best in the world
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
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
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Screamin they gon' do somethin'
Gucci Mane do somethin'
I'm gon' make your crew run
I still got my old gun
I just bought
they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon' all bring guns we gon' all bring pain
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga
from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
it, you didn't have to do it
It was a 2013 car, man you didn't have to do it
It's Gucci Mane izay, you know we overdo it
They back in the Lamborghini
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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