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till I bust it
I'm hot stuff, comin' fresh up out the oven
I ain't done yet, the coke still hittin'
Mane the coke still drippin' down my throat and it's

trapping by the store
Ducking cops oh lord
Done sipping that henny I think I need more
Bad bitch in a lambo
Iced out rocking kenzo
Bape shit with the camo

Never loan, paper tag on my Mac
Gotta Glock in my purse, keep a mag in my strap
Double C's on my bag, countin' hundreds by the tens
Tell that hoe

She want that cake, that bitch look right at me, want me be her man
Grab the drac, put it on the seat, spray right out mini vans
Play by play, rack

bourbon served neat unaffected by ice
Put my product in the marked it perfected my price
Hit my point so many times that they checking the dice
St. Nick I

don't shake
Gucci bottoms
Are allergic to the brake

I'm just trying to live
When everything's a sin
I'm meant to be a king
But I'm stuck in a pen
They

African queen
Today is your day, dress up bae
And bring a lot of thing cuz we'll be flying all day
From Abu Dhabi to panama
Dubai the day Ibiza by the night

times and my sunshine
Wiped my own tears; you ain't ever seen fear in my eyes
In my own lane; give a wave when I pass by
Full court press; real shooters

coming out Back
Bitches ask a nigga like who we
Tryna find 4 bad bitches
That could stuff in the two seat
She tryna rip this Gucci of me man
I think she

Street Team

Cross

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

what it is or how it is

Motherfuckers want to act now
Keep toast by the waist now
Got a block full of crack now
Still got to hold the hood down

everybody
'member we ain't have the food
Uh, Gucci Mane what I was trappin' to
Fuck niggas do fuck shit
I ain't dappin' you
Pulled up two or three sticks
We

drive hier is er 24/7 kinda move
Buurtagent, hij weet allang wie ik ben
Speaker Gucci Mane, ik weet nog vroeger in de tram

Priez pour moi

Gradur

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

j'crache ma peine
Comme j'crache mon sperme
Toujours une larme à l'œil
Un peu comme Gucci Mane

J'suis l'ennemi public numéro un
En rotation dans tous

for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me
But these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers
Mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

I'ma take mine
The love is alright and the grace shall show
Sun down I'll meet you by the sea line
I'll whip it off a dime while you braid my hair

Domestic Violence

Tiffany

The Year of the Backslap

1999

my house 

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 

Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass

That's What They Like

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

that huh that's what they like 
Leather seats, gettin' f***ed on the beach 
N**** hit you for two hours and put you to sleep 
But you like that huh

of pain.
We write the scriptures of moans.
We spread the spawn of Despair.

Shaitan Lucifer
Lucifer, qui mane oriebaris.
Kill me for Thy Name's Sake.

Omega

you cannot have (Yeah)
That's the reason why you feel so mad (yeah)
You are lucky but you're never glad (Yeah)
Of all sacrifices by your dad (an) 
Got

uncle Sam be like
I got some shit for u too Chee 
Knot you owe me first before you shop for that Gucci 
When I was outta paper all types even loose leafs

on you make sure everything was gucci. How you feeling?
Amazing
I ain’t know you could cook thou
What? I’m Chef By R D. Weathers you shittin me?
You so

stay blowing my gas 
Streets never be safe 
I live by mystical ways, nigga, in the grace
Beautiful godda, she's giving me faith 
Never trust nobody, put

like two seat coups
I'm too high in the sky
Looking like ants when I see you
Time to work said my boy J
Surfing on them firewaves
Knock it out the park