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Gucci Mane daughter, bitch
I'm sellin' dope (Lil Purpp)

Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh
Pop his ass at the red light (Huh?) , ooh
No, I don't stop

Im Ballin

Jazze Pha

Trill

2005

A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I

landed, come on
My bitch not gon' stand by, yeah, I'm just playin', but she won't
You and me both
I bought Gucci, not for me, but for you and me both

by the way
Putting pieces together
Chuck the deuces every day
Everybody wanna be fresh
I'm glad I adopted the name Fresh
So I ain't got get Fresh
Check

не понимаешь, bae
Ты не бэтмен, я не бейн
Не мы нирвана, не я кобейн
Ты не gucci, я не mane
На мозги больше не капай
Tell me bae
Are you going pay?
You

.
That nigga born on the track nigga
Yea gucci mane laflare nigga
Uh huh uh huh

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

the pigeon
No competition, make a bag, got a different vision
Just add it, keep the cold out with the Gucci jacket
No Patek, still drippin not in my bracket

change 
Gotta .38 with perfect aim, what's my name?
You better not call me Gucci Mane!
I'm feeling myself, had some kids by a bitch that smoking meth 
Was

dineros
Finna treat my mane hoe
Gonna cop her sum stilettos
Thinking bout my nigga
Spark a elbow up
To ease my mental
This that pressure
Hardest out of AZ
I

[Intro]
stunt hard
atlanta
stunt hard
your boy V.I.C. I gottcha
A-T-L on my back

[Chorus]
im in this bitch stuntin' hard(x3)
Ballin' like a big dog

fuckin' with cheese, alright
Ghetto fashion, how the chain so bright
Bougie little bitch, do a twirl for a like

I'm a young stunt nigga makin' dumb, dumb

me hit it in the Mazi
Hit it Right in the Driveway
I ain't even back out yet
Dressing like I got a contest
Nigga u kno what I'm rocking
Gucci Mane

got that mileage
She got like 50 niggas in her dm man
I can't talk to that hoe
Shit mane I shot my dm man
It went in that hoe
Gucci Coat, pull up

You're consumed by all her energy
She's her own worst enemy
You gotta proove that you're the remedy
You're the only one she needs
Coz' she's so

dick over here she take it to the face
Yeah yeah
And CME the gang
Im from the Eastside of Lil Athens we bump Gucci mane
I might just sign to 1017 and go

nonsense on the phone, my Verizon ain't having that
So now we out here cold Gucci Mane's neck
At least treat me like Birdman and give me that respect

We

wish that you stayed
You even drove us home in the rain
That wasn't very Gucci Mane of me
I can't be perfect well who can I be?
Me

But I need my checks.
I do my stunts
And I stick to the script
But bro I'm more than an actor
I came in here
To fuck shit up
Now tell em good luck

Born as a lion, grow out the mane
I'm done with the starters, bring on the mains
My flow's like water, burst from the main
It's straight from

Sleep christened by the deaths of the old homies
Holy water in the 40 facing truth by the ounce
Black proud my fist in the air as I pounce
Kill them all

Realest rapper up front (Jhi like!)
From the DMV to the Hunt (Jhi like!)
Broke bama bummies talking "money money"
Why does everybody wanna stunt

I corner pack it, swoosh boy u thought I was playing dude
When I walk by the girls stare at me with kissing face sometimes then even drool 
I'm

Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I