Lyrics:
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
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 these streets like
Geah (echoes), Gucci (echoes)
Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah
(A lot of niggaz thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci)
(But, guess what, we here,
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
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
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
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
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
backseat
King Louis shoes on my feet, ain't cheap
Gucci Mane street, I'm so concrete
Me and Zay's style is so unique
Got your baby brother sellin' work for
pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' okay Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy
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
ni**as bound to fail. Shid I don’t even eyeball friends I put ‘em on a scale.
Ain’t no love in these streets wasn’t no love from the start. People only
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
stunt
Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
trying to pay the rent
Pay the rent
She keep her nails done
And her hair did
She got three baby daddies and four kids
One of them ni**as got taken by
nigga, I quit
I spend mills quick, but fuck it, my nigga
I quit
It's Gucci Mane, and nigga, fuck it, I quit
All these pussy ass niggas, man
They telling
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
the souf she tryna set me up
Don't ask if I'm alone
Said he won't smoke betta up it lil ni**a
He gangsta he stepping he be pulling triggers
I walk by myself
clique
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking
and go like a drive by
Wala
Gimme my gucci slides these christan lous make my feet hurt
I come from the shoe box street work
Bitch im out the box like eeh
to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father
An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart
If you
need Tyler Perry sales
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling
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