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at tell me tell me where you at
6-2-3 gonna bring it right back
4-8-0 we stay on the map
5-2-0 let it be known
That 6-0-2 we keepin' it blown
Tool-Tooly

hot flame
Got gas in the spot mane
Chillin in a drop thang
Drego octane, yoga fire hot flame
Hating won't stop fame
Nigga I'm all game
Dregan insane

became the best addition
The white Gucci Mane. Nobody fuckin' with my kitchen
Should invest in Popeyes the way I'm banking in this chicken
No hard liquor.

the one who always had the
Sack on my Kodak black
We could've been superstars
Now yo ass won't get a dime
If you go behind them bars
On my Gucci mane shit
I

What would you do with some paper?
Mane I'm Bout to hit the mall, I'll get them bills later
What would you do with some paper?
A nigga need more than

bitch a pussy
Thats his mufuckin weakness
His bitch gave me dumb brain
Now I got the gucci on me no mane
And I got the louis on my fit
Wit da frames
Hit

should've known there'd be
A bitch in it only thing that killed Al
Capone was the syphilis
Sold out the pimp for six
Stones in my pistol grip
South-east

and Ima teach
I welcome the food for thought, u can call me cousin Pete
But it’s D and G like dolce and gabana
Been feelin Gucci, I don’t mean designer

coolin’ taking tokes
Hop up in the booth and it’s like a sauna
Steam
Stackin’ greens by the ream
Gucci stitched by the seam
ShootersShoot that’s the team

outside out in traffic, I've been swervin' through them lanes
And pretty soon you gon' see 6ixty iced out diamonds on my chain
How can I call you my

you could never ever play me like Weezy
Cause if you owe me money I'm a have to Gucci Mane you Jeezy's, boom boom boom
I don't give a fuck what they say

the granola grains, big duff thinking bout the shit we overcame.
Right in the Favela bumping gucci mane,
Santorini Greece calamari boys, im done over explaining

get em first
Big pimpin 50 racks up in
My bit designer purse
Diamonds sittin so icey like Gucci
Mane they yelling brrrrr
Bitch I’m way cooler 600 shots

Why always sad bro
I know life is Fucked up
It's fucked up man
Based on super story
I grew up at the east
In the widest clan
Plenty of resources
Weed

the east and head back to da 8 (To The Murda-Eight)
6.4 da motor boy youn wanna race
(You don't wanna race)
Throw on a ski and walk straight up in chase

Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes
Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys
Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high
You can

flow
I do it for the pash kick back and watch the cash flow
I only chase my liquor I never chase them chicks
Feeling like I'm Gucci from the east

They always coming from behind me
Always ahead of em 10 steps

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 steps ahead
Prayer hands to my head, aye
Bible by my bed,

the chopper zone
Nigga Zone 6 East Lake Bitch
Hard head even when um in the bed Bitch
In the Feds Screamn muthafuck the Feds Bitch
Young niggas in the south

, doce e FATI
Ordeno convocar em Latino 
Me expulse do céu e eu grito :
“ God is pussy “
Ela de Dolce na Dodge 
Sentido loja da Gucci 
Hey Triple Six

the dark
Light a candle and channel all my pain into art
Wrote some music for Bryson Tiller spent six weeks on the charts
Told the label I need the whole

the mother fucking vacant
You no that them bullets gone race him

High speed chase matter a fact they gone chase him
Six twos hit his bones they gone break

to rap cause I’m THOT
Talented
Hotheaded
Outstanding
Teen
GucciBoyMelv but I go by Jumanji
I like saint laurent
I like Gucci
And Louis
I promise when I

get whipped with the pistol grip
Ni**as talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Whoa, okay)
East Atlanta playboy

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Don't got much to say,