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Str8 Drop Presents Gucci Mane La Flare (Gucci Mane) · Young Jeezy vs Gucci Mane (ChuckT) · DJ Chuck T Presents: Young Jeezy Vs. Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) · Gucci Mane In Wonderland (Gucci Mane) · Gucci This (Gucci That) (The OMG Girlz) · Gucci This (Gucci That) (The OMG Girlz) · Gucci This (Gucci That) (The OMG Girlz) · Gucci Gucci (Kreayshawn) · Hella Good (No Doubt) · Hella Good (No Doubt) – and 90 other albums »


Gucci Mane up in your part, border diamonds yellow market
Ice stones, ringtone, green stones, cell phone
X-five, fifty on offset, all tones

Diamonds
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two
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
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this

[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3]
CEO ain’t worth nothin’
Made a half a mil’ in three weeks
Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man
I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man
These fucked niggas
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
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (Blaow)
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do
We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers
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
CEO ain’t worth nothin’
Made a half a mil’ in three weeks
Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man
I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man
These fucked niggas
of the Hummer

Gucci, Gucci Mane the fly baby I'm that guy
Gurls' eyeballs pop when my lamb pass by
Huh? My money long as a limo
Just to show off I put my wrist
get it in, I get up in the thing
I get it

Tennis shoes, fur coat, Louie V carry on
Gucci mane, Gucci girls, panties she ain't wearing none,
and don't
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
get it in, I get up in the thing
I get it

Tennis shoes, fur coat, Louie V carry on
Gucci mane, Gucci girls, panties she ain't wearing none,
and don't
Oh
Omarion, yea, it's Gucci!
Song dynasty, yeah
Watch me get it
Gucci, Gucci!

I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)

I'm twerkin' both hands on me working 
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)

I'm twerkin' both hands on me working 
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
touch your brain
Rearrange your frame
N I rap like Gucci Mane
Ridin' in that van please tell me what is next
Back in the day I break a mile
Breakin' all
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
whoa
Lets get it poppin' whoa

I had a girl left alone
Gucci Mane's a bachelor
Sex tape just like Pamela
'Cause Gucci not an amateur
Mini skirt, sun
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
[INTRO]
Cheeeaaaaaa burn one
Zaytoven on da track imma burn one
Its the mixtape nigga burn one
If you eva try gucci mane you might burn one huh
Burn
whoa
Lets get it poppin' whoa

I had a girl left alone
Gucci Mane's a bachelor
Sex tape just like Pamela
'Cause Gucci not an amateur
Mini skirt, sun
and he's so corny, 
I'm so hood that the hoes get horny,
07 corvette I'm off set shortys,
If those the new 20 then order me forty,
Gucci mane rabbit drums
turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog