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Gucci Mane

Radric Devonte Davis (born February 12, 1980) better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper. He debuted in 2005 with Trap House followed by Hard to Kill in 2006, Trap-A-Thon and Back to the Trap House in 2007. In 2009, his second studio album The State vs. Radric Davis was released, and The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted was released in 2010, and is his highest charting album so far. Gucci Mane has released many other mixtapes and independent albums as well. more »

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2013

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Fish scale all over my motherfucking apartment
Damn, I got dope all on garment
Cooking dope and trust tree, move the trap to Sun Valley
Now I’m in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling
I’m so fresh, don’t need a stylist
Buy a rental car and tint the windows
Buy a car, stop the mileage
Stuffing bricks all in a fender
Stuffing P's in the spare tire
Gucci ain’t real, you a damn liar
Save yo nigga a lot of fire
I'ma show you sucka niggas Wi-Fi
Serve more chicken than Popeye’s
Strong purp', Popeye
One day I might die, but not soon because I’m strapped fool
I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule, don’t cross me
Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee
Baby, I’m Spike Lee

All the purple, all the white
All this grain, taking a flight
Up all night, nigga getting shot
Man getting popped, Big Guwap
Drop my top, suicide doors
Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls
Money over hoes, recycling your clothes
You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals, wop!

Little Mexico we cook up dope
If a nigga broke, we sell him soap
I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke
‘Cause you don’t got no pres no mo’
Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low
He used to buy bricks, now he buyin’ a fo’
Money over bitches, can’t wife no ho
Money over everything, can’t go broke
We blowing gas, smoking on flights
Place your order, I’ll be there over night
I’m talking private planes
Hundred bricks of white
Still a young nigga, I live a mob life (Let’s go!)

All the purple, all the white
All this grain, taking a flight
Up all night, nigga getting shot
Man getting popped, Big Guwap
Drop my top, suicide doors
Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls
Money over hoes, recycling your clothes
You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals, wop!

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