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Fake ryda on the side
With a Gucci belt
You could tell that they ruined that
It'll smoke cuz you know the smell
If you smoke it'll never sell

tell me
Wake up from the damn dream all this damn jeopardy
No it ain't about no clothes Gucci
No it ain't about the watch lois V
No it ain't about a car

don't got no blue hair
Polynesian Fresh Prince
Tell'em I'm the new heir
Tribal on my Nikes
Tell'em these the new airs
Got the trunk knocking
They be like

They tell me my life is a lie
I do not know why
Im just getting by
Tired of the disguise
Wide open eyes
Leave me obliged
Drowning in something you

(bring'em, bring'em)
Shortie wanna fuck with the killa
Might take her to Nizz on a real date (ai)

Bro backed this ting and just started squeezin'

I'ma kill yo shortie 
Lil nigga you ain't on shit, 
Lil nigga you ain't on nun' boy I'll kill yo momma
This ain't rap cap this straight car facts check

sound
I could fuck yo bitch tell her turn that round
Ain't nobody listen to me so I'll talk to myself
I could make a bitch go feral, Gucci apparel
Boy

You niggas be foxin
My niggas gone spot 'em
I swear that boy finished
(I swear that boy finished)

You're artificial
You niggas gone copy
You bitch she

Let's Get Faded

Gucci Mane

BAYTL

2011

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

to do I'ma let 'em call
My white boy sling the rock he look like Jared Goff
I ain't by myself you know I do it by committee
Hammer on the side when I be

to jail, I got apprehend by the narcs
I cut my house arrest bracelet
Slept on Montana couch
I met Gucci four days after they let me out
I promise myself that

friends we gon wet em up
I just go out by my business
How could I ever commit
I haven't seen her in a minute
But I'd be lying if I told you I missed her
I'm

Live in every moment so I don’t mind it as much 
Why not live it up
When I step it’s Gucci Louis Prada 
Ten toes down you can tell by my persona
I lay

If they penetratin  
You up in ya shit 
Don’t you spit 
On this generation 

Pull up in a drive by 
Ima wet uncle sam wit the glock 9
Like a slave boy

deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I

up
Run it up
Hit it again yeh
Me and Army did it again
No loses only wins in the plan
I'm with bad boy
Tell em take that
I feel like murda where

getting started, you already finished
I'm smoking some dopey, it got me so lost
This is designer, can tell by the cost
Drip in some Chrome, I ain't rocking

My new found pension
I ain't gotta listen
Other ways to pay attention
Look'em inna eyes
Garuntee you see the tension
Neeedless just to mention I've

talking bout?

By the shore I'm still on one
Squad been collect funds
Bank of America, Chase, Fargo, all 'em
How long your racks go?
I see her move slow
She

Double G no Gucci Mane you can’t clone me
Don’t need nobody walk around by my lonely
Nobody fucking with me
Double cup I got my honey with me
Anybody can

Birds)

What happen to dat boy
Tell me what just happened to that boi
Bitch ion know I ain't sayin shit that ain't my biz you niggas fishy like some Coi

handouts
I ain't trappin' out the bando
Bet I made a couple bands tho
Why you spend it on a bag 
Gucci and Louis ain't paying your rent
No
How you gon work

me lacking thats absurd
So icy make gucci mane say burr
Yurr
Bodega boys while i shop for toys
A good dom stays on the job
You'd be amazed what a man

the herd 
The messiah of rap 
I make em wanna live my words 
We came from the curb 
I ride by myself I don't know who trust 
Fuck a mooley up then pull off