Lyrics:
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
wifey don't take it by the uniform
Seen a lot of 10's, yeah but you the one
2, 3, you who I do it for
I'm in the 2-3, yeah I'm in the zone
Supa wifey,
Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m
tryna’ tie no strings, yeah
That bitch she mad cause I don’t want her
You can go and do yo’ thing, yeah
Mane I’m just vibin’, trust me you is not the one
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
said my Gucci don't go with it
Just tryna be happy, get money the motto
My girl hit the lotto, my sons all mulatto
My sons are all healthy, ain't shit
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
You either die a hero
Or you live long enough to become the villain
When you way up high in your prayed up sky
Displayed trust they cut, then
better McLoveit
If she ask my name ,I tell her McLovin'
I don't make love, a nigga be fuckin'
She don't suck dick a nigga won't bust it
She got
on her ass now
Butterfly on the whip, that's a nigga doors
All my hoes super thick and don't keep no legs closed
I got stripes like Adidas do, uh
My whip
to get fucking payed mane
(Get the cash)
We really ain't even the same mane
(Do the dash)
You are lame and it really is a shame mane
(Go die!)
Don't hate
on white whips and them rims match
World black and white and I'm color blind
All I see is green, and them dollar signs
It's Gucci Mane, call me Stevie
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
a vow soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup
I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another
Spacemen and women on this bus
An obese driver I don't trust
We're goin' to watch the shuttle fly away last day
And for some kids behind my seat
There's
romantic shit
Told me to play that Gucci Mane
She wan't that East Atlanta shit (Brr)
Ain't no SWV told me to
Fuckin' pull her weave
She want that Kush
She rock big Gucci purses
And she sippin potion
Got the waves like the ocean
Know she feel the motion
She rock big Gucci purses
And she feel
keep that shit on me
My money long baby
like Gucci mane
Your heart for my heart
That's a fair exchange
For you I'm going crazy
Need 4 speed
I'm switchin'
bout the Gucci or Prada
She just want my trust, give it to her no acting
She just want my love, that's the only thing she asking
She knock me down with
gen 5 by my side
that's my favorite weapon
fuck all you hoes martin lawrence
told her keep it steppin
never feared a nigga
but being broke will
niggas playing games mane
Niggas got it i'm gone get it trust me
Nigga this that bag talk
Money gotta clear it out
This gas I smoke too loud
Really no
No i don't trust her
Look like a sucker
Knuckle and Duck her
Masterful Lust
I tell her I want her
Gripping that neck
Yeah she's wearing all black
Yeah
I don’t give a fuck
Less it’s bout them digits see
My favorite shapes are circles
Followed by the letter B
That’s billions in my future
My bitch
sufferers
All wanna know what her name and phone number was
They're spendin up their money like, post them up and touch her up
But it don't (?) tough,
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