Lyrics:
Read my paperwork, Gucci Mane, A1
Hangin' by myself 'cause I know I won't say nothin'
I just will call my lawyer, I ain't seen nothin'
Everybody got
hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like
up like cellophane
And maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll feel better yea
No I still feel the same, fuck it lets do this again
I'm Gucci Mane
All she want is money
Not a nigga
Nor a friend
Been rose though she grew up from the pavement
Never liked r&b but love Gucci mane
Aye aye aye
All
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I
emails from Ellen one from Oprah
Threw all this bullshit We Suede
Everything Gucci I'm talking Gucci Mane
Ain't to much else We can say
They gave Us
Bang nigga you cant hang nigga you a lame
Im that mane nigga toat them thangs
Pistol to a brain nigga
Dont care what you claim rep ya fuckin gang rap
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
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,
pass up on my ace
The one that understands when i need space
By my side no matter what the case
I'd do anything to put a smile on ya face
You and me, got
goon card
Niggas scared to fuck wit me, don't wanna serve me
Shop wit ya Wednesday, take from ya Thursday
Splurge wit my comrades, Gucci mane I'm hood
saditty (dat him, dat him)
Do his dance (dance)
Gon do his dance (dance)
Pull up ya pants (pants)
And groove (groovy groove)
Hopping out the city
Yea he
Migos (Migos)
That anyone in the world knows (World knows)
I'm only on this because Future said no
(Said no) so did Travis Scott, Gucci Mane
And Mike
Pull up your skirt
Do it like it's ’sposed be done
Ain’t no fun if the homies can't have none
And after we get to ya, get with ya
Get through ya, stick
it takes baby
I can make you dance if you want me to
Now I got a thang that's sure to make ya wanna moooove
I can make you dance if you want me
[Chours] 2x
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Caugh
this beat, ma-ade by timothy
Everybody hands go high (go high)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Hi-hi)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Yeah, yeah)
Dance
doja, cause if I do is where I lay
STH. MEM. Bitch it ain't no testing these
Dollar bills we folding, still control what ever fucks with me
Dirtys in my
ever dull uh-ooh-oh
When we dey, nobody dey
She dey like to wan dress, you know
She dey do the durty dance, you know
Valentino she dey wear, you know
work, bet I make ya cum first
Gucci Mane (yeah), bet we make a sex tape
Flood it on the internet, put it on my Myspace
Gucci got a big stick, make ya
it takes baby
I can make you dance if you want me to
Now I got a thang that's sure to make ya wanna moooove
I can make you dance if you want me
the games unfair
Gucci Mane La Flare
Who gives a care about niggas over there?
Shawty got a pear: apple with a gap
I think we make a pair
She like em from
you hit the booty club see the strippers mane
If she can't dance don't tip her mane
But if she can do it good then she can get the wood
Put her hands by
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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