Lyrics:
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
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
without ya 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
in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
shape,
All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake,
Gave it to her first
yeah I'm flexin' like a Gucci Mane
Louis V shoes 가격표는 그냥 무시해
비가 내리네 통장엔
떴어 무지개
지금 내 손목엔
5천짜리 VVS
yeah I'm flexin' like a Gucci Mane
Louis V shoes
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
I'm Gucci Mane smokey smokey Bart chain
I get high when I'm having hard days
I really hate when I can feel my heart ache
Sometimes I wish I didn't
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
(Fella)
She wanna suck me up, I let her, let her
Beat her from the back, it's better, better
Told her hit back, she better, better
Gucci Mane got
flattered
Though they try that, i'm gon blast
I know it sound cocky
But I'm better than her last
I never met that nigga, but he not Gucci Mane
See baby you
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
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
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
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
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
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
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
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
Derrick for real
You think I'm playin' with you nigga, but I'm dead for real (ha)
I'm 'bout to switch my name from Gucci Mane to bricks and bales (damn)
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
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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