Lyrics:
I tried to tell you I was tight with my spit game
I tried to tell you I was on some other shit mane
I tried to tell cats back in 88
That if I ever
She said that I've been fired
On to the next one
More fish in the sea
Girls are like buses
Miss one, Next fifteen, one comin'
Gucci Mane crazy
of thieves
They prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I
of bein' sick and tired call me
Pick up the yellow pages and look up Gucci! (Gucci!)
I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself
I can do bad bad bad bad bad
at the table with the mob I bet I have me a plate
Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight
It's real shit baby, uh, yeah
Just keep it gangsta
can't do that deal if it ain't more than 10 mil'
Oh shit, got them M's and now he lit
100 thousand dollar investment, I invest on my wrist
All she do
Gucci Mane on the Adam Snow tracks
Standin' over the stove
Whippin' up half to a ho
Spend some bricks then make some more
One on one they broke
in me eyes low thats why im moving slow
Double cup of hennessy done put me in my zone
I get motivated by that hating give me more
Finally in my bag i
Gucci is what they call me
Six months I lost it
Now bitch I ball it
Twenty-eight inches
Got me standin' really tall man
Tearin' up the mall
This is
talking to a broad (broad)
She follow me and Gucci and I taught her how to ball (ball)
Three pair of shoes four shirts six rags
Chick said dag that's more
talking to a broad (broad)
She follow me and Gucci and I taught her how to ball (ball)
Three pair of shoes four shirts six rags
Chick said dag that's more
I'm living life in 4K (4K)
My bitch like Gucci and Dolce (Dolce)
I had to ice out the whole face
(Whole face)
I'm going back to my old ways
(My old
the place for me
Gucci Mane on the Adam Snow tracks
Standin' over the stove
Whippin' up half to a hoe
Spend some bread then make some more
One on one they
V-Nasty and Gucci Mane
All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
Call me Snoop Dogg, I don't finger roll
[Chorus]
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
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
reason to wilt
I'm, singing from my window sill
Fresh kills
Get more fame, pop more pills
We'll, Fill our veins with more filth
I'm, doubling down I got
No More Stressin
Hook Intro [Trey Haitian]
I will ride for my niggas mane what whatever we gone do
I will die for my niggas mane whatever we go
mane, no Gucci mane
Rap game Eric Koston (frosting)
Yung icey boy I do it often
I got two fine shawtys out in Boston
This kush gone have all these people
got options (go)
Hard top convertible, fuck it I got the option (drop)
Do it with one touch of a button is how I'm rockin'
Fab and Gucci Mane pull
team get rich
I Gucci my flops (I Gucci my flops)
I Gucci my top (I Gucci my top)
Ginobili my drop foreign (foreign)
I Rollie my watch (I Rollie my
about my hustle, bitch
Big ol' golden gates, you at the Gucci Mane estates (it's Gucci)
It's money on the table, by your head, let's say the grace
Take the bowl to the face I'm too high
By myself but I still have a good time
Mane I swear this new loud pack too fire
Crack it open break it down
Gucci Mane I’m fucking nervous
This shit done turned me to another person
My momma told me I was fucking worthless
Cause’ I was servin’ servin’
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
.jpg/300px-One_More_Girl_2014_(2).jpg "One More Girl")
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