Lyrics:
wanna touch
Rocks used to be cubed up, now my shit is crushed
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane]
My pack came in, I want seventeen-five for 'em
Bricks go down when
I'm goin' I'm goin' I'm goin' animal
It Mr roll another swisher
(ahhhn) aka that nigga
Its Gucci Mane, a killer
Yo local drug dealer
And I'm hangin'
at a cold-hearted gigolo?
Diamonds in my figaro, run circles 'round a square, hoe
She don't wanna downgrade, she's Gucci Mane LaFlare's hoe
Head on the yacht,
9-1-1, 9-1-1
It's Gucci Mane, yeah, that's my name,
I'm goin' thug, I'm goin' thug
Blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up
I'm like M.C. Hammer, I
Gucci!
Fresh out the feds in this mothafucker
And they still ain't ready yet for a muhfucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
bitch a whole nother lane
It's Guwap AKA bitch it's Big Gucci Mane, gwap
Grown bitch threw up in the hood, eat fish sticks
Hood bitch state that she
was my bitch, now you my baby girl
I'm a cold piece of work (yeah)
Whippin' up to serve (yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I'm a Gucci Mane, you
It's Gucci Mane and Bruno
That's one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I'm in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can't
(Ear Drummers)
My posse on Bouldercrest
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Gucci Mane slayed it
Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom,
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her pantyhose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way
Walkin' to the Gucci store honey I'm home
I am on my shit I need a pamper on me
Toilet paper on the side for example homie
I, get, money
I know you
off just like a biscuit
Gucci Mane you pussies better bring security
Pitty you don't pitty me boy
Go join a sorority
So Icey the minority, it's Gucci
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
and it's right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
G-Gucci Mane I'm the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
need no answers
'Cause we stand the surface, living through
Gucci Mane and Don
Catch me balling out in London
So braided with the paper, I go super
need Tyler Perry sales
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling
watch to Starburst too,
Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears,
Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers,
Now you're envied by yo peers,
And I'ma get yo ass in
a YG
You told me I'm the Mane like Gucci
With a chance to rap and make movies
They gave Mills to the Meek, to inherit the Earth
Before me too, you
(haters) Stop hatin' on us
All you (haters) stop hatin' on us
Look here, mane!
I'm sick of you motherfuckers
Hatin' the game, mane!
You're s'pposed to hate
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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