Lyrics:
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Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his
on Cloud 9 and I see Mars
We in outer space, up in the sky
Ain't no Gucci Mane but you know I'm super fly
Girl, when you're with me, I take you higher
2000s
Gucci wheels with a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, [?]
Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me
What's up man, it's your boy Mane Dogz, how you doing
Live, 8pm, it's live, I got something to say
All these niggas tryna stop me from my house
mans? The secrets never revealed by the gentleman
Shorty love when I bring that bag around she know we gon fuck around
My hair up hand break weed
course, Barry Gordon when I'm flashing the flame
Turn up
Let me show you how to begin this
You're a loser? I'ma show how to win this
Genesis saga - spit
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so clean, so shiny, on a beam
Girl, you're so mean, why you're doin' a damn thing
Any
Why would you cross the boss
Know you gon take a loss
Yea i got flava bitch
You will get lost in the sauce
No I'm not Gucci mane
But these Gucci's
star
Somebody say you looking for me, girl here I go
Oh look at oh my god
Who do we have
Up in the club dancing for me?
Girl let me help you chase
no one else (nah)
It's you by yourself, yeah (it's you)
In spite of the crowd
Baby, no one else matters (let's go)
It started off with a kiss,
encanta
Tus labias e cuando me llamas
Y tambien cuando bailas
Pero no se si te amo mi amor contigo
I feel like a motherfucking
OG
I feel like Gucci mane in
dance
Move your body like a snake
It's all Gucci when dollars is flowin'
Pourin' Moët in bitch's hair
Livin' in the moment
Tell your mother you're good
reality? (Dummy sit up!)
Trippy Motive Records im doing it by myself mane
Yea its established im creepin up in my own lane
Cant trust another soul mane you
send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
Yeah
Narcos
Caesar Dinero
Feelin' like Gucci Mane, nigga got brick fair
Caught my first play, I had scored , feel like Rick Flair
You can get a pair,
and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic? (Gucci!)
I can walk the shit and I can
full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we don't end up in your
that same nigga mane
Pull up and serve you a 4
Re up and do it again
3$A that's the fam 3 steps ahead of these fuck niggas im knowin they hopin we fail
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