Lyrics:
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
ain't my thang
I could roll a dutch then smoke like a train
Mane fuck is y'all range
I can see big diamonds
Gucci belt and some rings
All the fame all
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
baby)
Know you be hatin’
But bitches be goin’ insane
Dawg just spend like couple k’s
Bought the Gucci I’m like “mane”
“That ain’t take away the pain,
ones used by Skateboard P
Wearing shades from Louis V
They are not mine, they are owned by Smeed
Want Ice Cream, no Mane Gucci
Shout out to my twin, he
It's Gucci Mane and Bruno
That's one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I'm in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can't
Ha man these boys out here spreading all that mustard talking down y'all need to be Playing a game of ketchup
Ha man I seen this nigga in the Gucci
Sorry in advance
If you tap in thoughts
To get hype
You should know by now
I match my feelings
With the beat type
The way I'm feeling now
Imma tell
touch one of my patnas dem
I'm doing life without parole
Slime the trigger I'm wipin yo nose
Spin the block bitch I know that he won't
Mane I told ya
on read (Red)
Up in my phone mane i
Nickname ha ketchup
I was down bad had to learn keep my head up
Half of these niggas be fake
It's a act
Long nights I
ketchup bottle, til it ain't no mo
Yeas I'm tryna feed the fam but i ain't no store
So if you try to do me wrong,i gotta even the score
Til ah petty azz
would've thought I had no hand
By the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Can't come around if you didn't put in
Can't get out what you never put in
She know Mizzy
(Stupid)
I'm dunkin' on' your bitch like Tim bro (Free throw)
I let the block hit her, she Mutombo
[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Gucci Mane]
I need a Benzo, a Benzo
Love ya brother let's roll one
Mafia Mafia Mafia Mafia
Running that shit like the mob mane
Let's get it
I'm making it snow and it's raining
On top
at a cold-hearted gigolo?
Diamonds in my figaro, run circles 'round a square, hoe
She don't wanna downgrade, she's Gucci Mane LaFlare's hoe
Head on the yacht,
did investigation, they took all the pistols out
And if you play with Gucci Mane, we sending missiles through the crowd
And then you know we smoking
L-0 told me give it you so you finna get it man
Gucci pulled up in a Aston
Parking lot, Club Crucial, my rims doin' the pool palace
Ice stampede
I'm
grinding tho I failed 100 times
I prey my dreams don't die
Gucci saint Laurent on my back 9on god)
I was broke but I'm never going back (on god)
I prey my
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
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
stick, man Gucci Mane is no pool shark
All this diamonds sittin' on my chest baby, they turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of these
got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)
I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane
Real talk I did your folks show for a hundred bands
'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin'
to be alive(alive)
Had me a dream
Dreams of foreigns i drive(skrrrrr)
Swerving through the lanes
With that check by my side(dat bag)
Vision stay blurred
I
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