Lyrics:
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I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all
street boys; I love the kid
Iced green Peedy, I got the streets heated
I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me
Gucci Mane called me, man I
me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I
I'm gonna wear the tie, want the power to leave you
I'm aiming for full control of this love (of this love)
Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet
Love
shake
Ye I like that ass shake!
Yall bitches won’t show me love I
Know yall hoes ain't that fake
A real G believe dat, feelin like Outkast
I'm already big
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
confusion
Should I grab you by the collar
Or just go my way
With a knife between my clean white teeth
Don't want your feather in my cap
Don't care
When me ride through the hood you can here the bass knock,
All me girls them love me have me have city locked
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
My Chain My Chain don't You Like My Chain Mane Young Gucci Mane And I'm Poppin Off The Chain Mane And My Jacob Is So Fruity Call Me Gucci Mane Or You
like a weirdo
Are you mad, mad for what
Man 'cause she cant get enough
Tough luck
Diggin' Gucci mane and he don't give a fuck
Throw it up, pick it
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said
a got dam wensday
hundred grand gucci mane u my friend lend me
mr. flyod diamonds got me lookin just like diddy
bart simpson chain and its shitin
Gotcha, where I want ya
I... i... g-g-g-gotcha, g-g-g-gotcha
Our love could be dangerous
It makes me tremble inside
I'm gettin' tired of chasin' you
Baby
these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't
greedy come from Paul Wall
No Cokeina shawty, yeah I keep the Paul Wall
The Lil Wyte, The Eminem, you know the 8 mile, Gucci
Runnin' back just like I'm
left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with
be easy (yeah)
Gucci Mane and Rocko, please believe it (huh)
Man, I'ma step my swag up, don't fly commercial, I'm private
Step my rank up, so
this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
teeth out in the
Middle of the heat game
You see things, hoes see things, you a G
Mane
Be all you can be, don't be like me, mane
Give you 'bout three
Tap
I stay strapped, blow you off the map
Niggaz hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap
Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo'
talking to then I'm not speakin'
(Gucci!)
I'm so single ay lets mingle, can I buy you some champagne
And my sex game gladiator tell me are you
We got London on da Track
Drop top, wop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook
probably won't tell me
What you tell me last night?
Last night (after we fucked, uh), last night (you fell in love, yeah)
Last night (you fell in love
'Cause I look pretty cryin'
Oh, they ain't tell you?
Love me or hate me
Who are you changing?
And I don't give a fuck, no
That's exactly how I
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