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Or you will get caught slipping - Like Massey did that lil’ nicca
Or Bart did Tra Angry - my nicca
Wish I could grab ‘em by his head
And turn that
with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go
I got a better idea)
(I'ma buy my bitch a new car on Gucci Mane expense my nigga)
(Straight up) On Gucci, on Gucci Mane? 'Preciate it
Yeah dog
a bad bitch on the elevator, I'ma let her in
Let your hater be a motivator, I can't let you win
He a genius, human calculator, stack it by the ten
Put
keep on commin to me
They should call me coma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction
It's Gucci mane in the caption
I'm trafficing that internet
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
a holy shit Dough might give
Come to thank God wettin you ducks
To the bank know she ain’t throw sex enough
Gucci mane wit a lemon on this chain sell
rookies
They just let me go, they still tryna book me
Yu just jumped off the porch, you still stealing Cookies
My j's put me on, mane shout out to Pookie
My nigga My Nigga My Nigga
Mane why u had to go away
You turnt my so cold dat day
Couldn't stand to see ya Fuckin grave
Mane we was real big player
so icey all about our WEALTH
Gucci mane i sign myself yo swag is kinda stale
Sick flow i need ah ginger ALE undercover i think you
Are TWELVE long
prescription's a hell of a feeling
As for the Xanny, I never forgot it
Got 'em begging to call up my phone tryna have a menage
Gotta put up the cash can't even
gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash
belly button
Her ex was a minute man
Two minutes, already done
Gucci Mane, I'm super rich
Bitch gotta be super thick
She pulled up, took off
the woods, but I fuckin’ that bit like a bear
And you see I be grabbin’ all up on her hair
Then I put that girl down and sit her in a chair
Mane you really
Bet he catches me by the end of the track (God-daaamn)
I won't say shit
She my mane bitch
Put these handcuffs
Call 'em bracelets
Show me passion
Show me
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
winning
Have ‘em like the track field how
You run up in it
‘till it’s dead and finished
Hop in mane and fuck it with it
Why is they fucking with me? On my
mane, no Gucci mane
Rap game Eric Koston (frosting)
Yung icey boy I do it often
I got two fine shawtys out in Boston
This kush gone have all these people
bitches, me, Tity boy and Drumma Boy
Comas just keep on commin to me, they should call me coma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction, It's Gucci mane
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
just call up a thot, put my straw in the box
'Cause the booty super juicy mane (mmm)
Cut 'em all from the top; watch 'em fall, let 'em drop
'Cause those
or when you lose yo manes
Or being slimed out by yo hoe when you was locked up in them chains
Or gotta spin back on the opps and step on some behind yo name
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