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ten thous for excitement 
That's how the day goes 
That's how the nights went Louis bags balenciagas 
The ones talked about by the fashion bloggers
the bloggers, boy
80k stuffed in my joggers, boy (eighty ball)

Mil' in a week
I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck
trick-or-treat on the streets
They sent me five million dollars, I hadn't been out a week
And I got five million niggas playa hatin' on me
Ask all the bloggers
spit or you saliva
I'm Gucci Mane the mobster
Not a jocker, not a blogger

[Chorus]

Gucci let's get 'em
Got that AR chopper
Come through
I go where you won't go
I smoke what you can't smoke, I'm rich and you're flat broke
See I'm not a blogger, and I'm not a jogger
I'm more like
looking crazy but they talking funny
Nowadays rappers, they like bloggers
You see me, I'm a bank robber
Coming through your hood in a Brinks truck
With
We made it
We made it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my
developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day
expose his neck
Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now
The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers
I spark blippers, bloggers catch way
cookie
When you see me better cross the street Frogger
Then go home and write about it blogger
Did I do that? Urkel
Yo Angela, who's The Boss? Merkel
A couple bands every time a blogger posts me up
(Bandz a make her dance)
She wanna day when I go and eat that girl for lunch
Get to it, it's cut to it
bloggers have to ask you, "where you got it at?"
Spit it, just a real nigga who can rap
Only deliver facts about my life but it's tight 'cause my life is
and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment
cookie
When you see me better cross the street; Frogger
Then go home and write about it; blogger
Did I do that? Urkel
Yo Angela, Who's The Boss? Merkel
don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme
Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what
what's rhyme
Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know
gossiping bloggers all fail
Look at the yardstick measuring your tall tales
And you on all fours you small scale
All in between the legs like a dog's tail
niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd...
Smoke Robinson, earl james, and George Kush
Round table eatin' pasta like mobsta's
Make
internet MC's and beat bloggers

You can see my Black Thought like 'Riq Trotter
It's deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street
Kwe' gon flow
asleep)

As soon as I stepped in the scene
All the bloggers they like "ah ah"
My status is fucking supreme
So fresh and so clean (Wow, wow)
I'm feeling like
Niggas talkin' like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin' like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin' large shit
Got me out on South Beach with
of a portrait
I mean I'm a work of art, all my verses is poetry
Niggas is different, you chicken, we ain't fucking with poultry
Bunch of crab ass bloggers got me
chains
A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames
So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name
The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my
cocaine aside
All the blogger behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I own you all

Please speak of freedom
Sing of amber,

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