Lyrics:
that's a rarity (gold)
Gucci Mane's a murderer, you sure you wanna marry him?
Big rock clarity, your jewelry's embarrassing (Hah)
LIV on a Sunday 'cause
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
stunt
Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I
Read my paperwork, Gucci Mane, A1
Hangin' by myself 'cause I know I won't say nothin'
I just will call my lawyer, I ain't seen nothin'
Everybody got
clique
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking
you tuti-fruit, you through
I'm an animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare,
Southside on the track, yeah
Hah
Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)
Act so much so gwalo, I should order some cargo
European
the dro mane, oakland adjacent
Smokin the dank before the O became vacant
I'm bought by chicken, my scrilla, it is written I'm still the
Trillest spitta
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
(Gucci Mane)
Gucci Mane (Mane), Gucci Mane
Trap, trap aż po gró
To jest Deemz, to jest Bedi, to jest Multi i to jest pierdolony Gucci Mane
Ha, it's Gucci (DP on the beat)
Uzi
If I do not reach my goal
If I do not reach my goal
You just fucked with Gucci Mane, bitch it's your lucky
Murder rates go up in the summer
Killers go hunting like a hunter
You can live good for 6 years
Then it's football numbers
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane
CEO ain't worth nothin'
Made a half a mil' in three weeks
Gucci Mane, I'm a blessed man
I'm a real man, you can't feel me, man
These fucked niggas
CEO ain't worth nothin'
Made a half a mil' in three weeks
Gucci Mane, I'm a blessed man
I'm a real man, you can't feel me, man
These fucked niggas
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
track, bitch)
Photogenic chain, man, photo grabbin' memory
I can fuck yo' thang but I don't fuck hoes in industry (no)
Gucci Mane LaFlare, So Icy, you
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
pop shit the way I pop it
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, where it went? What happened?
Sign with Gucci Mane
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
bitches, no gnats (no gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (drank)
Twelve think the coupe was hijacked (hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (into
nerve
3 thousand 5 hundred dollars call that a loui' purse
A pent house sweet for me and her, call that a loss her skirt
Nigga out shine Gucci mane I
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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