Lyrics:
I'm on that Trick Daddy
I'm on that Juice Man (aye)
I'm on that Flokka Flame (Wokka Flokka)
Plus I'm on that Gucci Mane (Gucci Gucci burrr bitch)
out the way (out the way)..And you know I'm from the A
(Yeah, What up Atlanta?!
Zone three, Zone six,
East Side, West Side, South Side
Zone two, you
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A nigga on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got
Some shooters with me, i could never slip
Whip
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
the money out, all the way
Okay, lil' dirty, nappy-headed East Atlanta nigga
Father said that I was a force
.44, Hank Aaron chrome
Wanna make it home,
From the bottom to the top we tip top supreme
And from the east to the west ya we ride so clean
And all the way to htown chucking duece with lean
In
(Stupid)
I'm dunkin' on' your bitch like Tim bro (Free throw)
I let the block hit her, she Mutombo
[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Gucci Mane]
I need a Benzo, a Benzo
phone
30 chains on me like I'm Gucci
Bitch you got a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Bitch you got a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Bitch you got
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
care that it's in this song
Korean town lunchin', talking 'bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted something
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
(What?)
New plans, forty grands on the Lex land
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
(Spray tan)
Big ballers don't
possessive, that's cause baby I'm a cancer
See ya shawty and I ramic like I'm pana
That nigga on the east, I ain't talkin East Atlanta
Pull up on the beat,
iced up like i'm Gucci Mane
Stay iced up like i'm Gucci Mane
I'm here to stay and i will never leave
I'm signing deals and i'm getting shows
Haters
a movement but all I gotta say is please free
my nigga gucci im soulja boy tell and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is mane free my nigga gucci
man
Gucci mane la flare game
Atlanta grand bandstand
She like look ma no hands
High five camera man
Tres leches coming soon
Con horchata
La cama
parece el blackjack
Con un blanco vacilón que te puedes morir
Soy de Barna, de Romario, Harlem, de Dipset
Atlanta, pequeño Juan y de Gucci Mane
De pequeño
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
In here with all my jewels like I'm a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I'm from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I'm
turning up
We wilding out
Blow it, by the, ounce
Life, style, wild
Life, style, wild
Life, style, too wild wild wild
Atlanta shit
Zone 6 shit
East
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
a fast break
Avalanche pass by, Chevelle that's a fast break
74' Oldsmo' shawty that's a fast break
Fast break, fast break
V6 I never bought
V8,
"Free 6LACK" was hot
Uh, "East Atlanta Love Letter" was freakin' hot
Georgia's blue, I feel alive
I've been waitin' for somethin' to set a fire in me
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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