Lyrics:
Real hot girl shit
(d.a. got that dope)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Her friends and mom hate me (go)
Lay down on the bed, do
a well known robber
Like Shawty Lo I got 10 children, yeah, Lo my partner
Wop
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (Hah)
'Cause last time I
Yeah! All the ladies say hoo
All the hoes say (Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Gucci! Here we go, A-town, C-port
Cutmaster Swift down your throat, shawty
Boy,
pretty
Drop the Gucci, prop that coochie, oops
I lost my train of thought watching her walk
You know, I'm looking at that ass, it ain't my fault
Get
job"
I can show you a rich bitch schemin' this for this cash
I can show you a misfit and you'll eat her ass
I can go down south in a West Coast Jag'
Mouth so pretty
With lips like angelina
I ain't neva seen a chik
Look like such a winner
Shawty got an extra bite
She got a little foreign in
Her
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
they got lost
Tuh, I'm on go like Grizz
She thought I would kiss her ass, she must ain't took her meds
Tuh, shit around my neck, it cost a arm and leg
Abby Wambach
Her head game full attack
(I don't care)
If it ain't money, money you talkin' 'bout
Look, boy, you can talk your ass off
(I don't care)
If
millions made)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey (Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane)
(We got London on da Track)
to pop a biz I'll put you with my Oakland bitch
I got some partners in Albuquerque, New Mexico
I say one word they hold your ass and never let you go
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
on the scale (ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (let's go)
Kicked out the hotel,
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,
ooh)
She rubbin' the head like she applyin' shampoo (she rubbin' the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil' ass, too (she got a lil' ass, yeah)
Keep
to sink in(sink it) all this money on the floor baby go head n sink it(sink in)
Her lip gloss poppin'(poppin') that's why she always lick it(pa pop
on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (woo)
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Her girlfriend
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,
and her ass a little fatter
Gucci Mane ain't never change champagne in my campaign
We flyer than 2 private planes
It's 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane
Okay
Cheaaaa...
Yeaaaa...
Yeaaaaaa...
Zay-t on the track
What's up mac breezy
Uh gucci mane laflair
So icy e.n.t (huh)
We back man we still icy man
Stupid
Moet, Rose, Henny
Whatever they pourin' on
Bite that pill then tranquilize
Now they got monkey
She fuck dealers, dealers
Their go you and yo monkey crew
Goddamn nigga!
This shit ignorant as fuck, my nigga!
Bitches, this your motherfuckin' chance
Go on the motherfuckin' dance floor, shake that ass
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It's Miss Shawnna)
I'm Gucci Mane, a flare, I'm MVP
I
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