Lyrics:
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When I put you in Gucci, i'ma feel like the Mane
Why would I lie
I look you right in yo eyes and I see the best thing in my life
I see you by my
a sweet with the dody in it
Gucci fragrance to get the smell out
Praying god mane I know you hear me
Free my niggas out the cell house
Yeah It's safe
the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga
It's Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don't quote me bitch cause I might slit
the ducks, mane
The stash spot tucked, mane
A hundred packs stacked inside
My Cadillac truck, mane
It came from cross the border
I bring 'em cross the state
sellin hood food
And free my niggas locked up on that code blue
Late nights won’t sit back
I ain’t with all that chit chat
My gun it got kick back
My shoe
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like
know how far I had to came
I rock that Louis, that Gucci, sometimes I wear Dior
Ain't sell my soul to the devil
Seen that story before
I just been
face
Or brush my teeth
To keep that Gucci on my back
And that Prada on my feet i trap trap 365 24
7 hater I be on my grind
You know I'm 'bout my paper no
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
a gangsta
I’ll take you to money
I ain’t fuckin with them funny hoes
One bad bitch tried to set me up
Get me up, out of my hood
You got back, shot that, told
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
just wanna party on a yacht wit the vets, politic wit Jada bout why he is the best
Gucci mane is my idol, why you think Gudda Mane is my title
Trapping
millionaire call me Mr. Zone 6
call me Gucci Mane La Flare but still im Mr. Zone 6
and im hood everywhere but Im Mr. Zone 6
Im sincerity they cherish me Im Mr.
swervin mane
Stay in yo lane (Swerve swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (Swerve swerve swerve
without me
Gucci mane
I got a mature wrist
Plain Jane
Might fuck a mature bitch
Like Ron Jeremy
Suck me up while I drive
Got me switching lanes
Took a dot
(bust)
MVP of the trap, nigga might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (go)
Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we do real big business here (haan)
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
up and down everytime you swing my door
I got my rims finger fucked
By a god dam j
Gave him 1.8
Of some hard ass yay
It's a lot of crack smokers
dropped bombs
It could be I'm a pimp, cause I walk with a limp
Yea, I dip all alone by my fucking solo
Getting what I want and what I need nigga hoe
I'm
I had to get
My wrist cost me twenty bricks
My left wrist on some stupid shit
Your boyfriend on that groupie shit
Gucci Mane of some Frank Lucas shit
I had to get
My wrist cost me twenty bricks
My left wrist on some stupid shit
Your boyfriend on that groupie shit
Gucci Mane of some Frank Lucas shit
Orleans Saint, yeah
I wanna fuck, Gucci bag
I'ma fill this shit up
Came from the hood so I don't give no fucks
You can't see that I got it but it's tucked
idol, Instagram model
Drankin' out the bottle, heard she like to swallow
Gucci Mane a model, snakes all on my collar
Brand new Winnebago, lay low with
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