Lyrics:
that's a rarity (gold)
Gucci Mane's a murderer, you sure you wanna marry him?
Big rock clarity, your jewelry's embarrassing (Hah)
LIV on a Sunday 'cause
keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back
Well I may be on (Hc),
But picture everybody who ain't me that would've stopped.
My head turning lose, it's like a leash let off the knot.
I'm
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
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
we can swap out
And everything gucci mane
I'm so icy still pulling guap out
It don't matter if you minimum waging
Riding a bucket
Surivin while
dude named Versace
Hugo bosses in the game, they both wanted a monopoly
Gucci wasn't having it, his team was strong
Versace from the Paris nation, his
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
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 dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
heads but mane they think im chill
Naw it ain't nobody safe
I can't trust nobody they all gon be fake
Im running up money my pockets can't break
And she
[Chorus]
I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now (volume)
Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume)
Bricksquad thugged out we don't give
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
I'm a G, from on top of sheets
Gucci Mane a beast
Don't be scared, I just come prepared
When you fuckin me
Half a mil laying on the floor
Why you're
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggas splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
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
In 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
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
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
open
Or you will get caught slipping - Like Massey did that lil’ nicca
Or Bart did Tra Angry - my nicca
Wish I could grab ‘em by his head
And turn that
saying?
I got the East coast locked the fuck down (he taking over, that's his shit)
Know what I'm saying?
Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn
purse
Kicked in the do', shot him in his head, took his cheese and left him murked
I'm that Bitch!
[Chorus]
They say that I'm a cut throat, Gucci
carats on my chest not pointers (brrr)
Paris Fashion Week, fresh like a foreigner (huh)
Nigga tried to rob me, now he a goner (whew)
Gucci Mane preach
knockin' noodles out of his lil' mane
And they keep their mouth closed, won't say no thang
I thought that you were the one for me
But now I see
I thought
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