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Albums:

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) · Mane Attraction (White Lion) · Mane Stream (Ned Holder) – and 10 other albums »


a monitor in the hallway
I'm all day on the grind with a 4-way

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
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
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
Gucci mane
Two things
Trap house

Gucci mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, big kat (laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
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
[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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent

Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper whoa
Lets get it poppin' whoa

Gucci!
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she tipsy
Slow
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
me

They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper whoa
Lets get it poppin' whoa

Gucci!
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she tipsy
Slow
you tuti-fruit, you through
I'm an animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare,
of the Hummer

Gucci Mane Laflare baby I'm that guy
Girls eyeballs pop when my Lamb pass by
My money long as a limo just to show off I put my wrist
Out the window
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