Lyrics:
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the nigga (slime)
Machine gun friends, twin
A Coupon
Baby got that slow dome, my trap like a group home
I’m bad with niggas, but I’m good with bitches
Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious
Rag
you need to change your shoestrings
All on my dick like a bitch with a g-string
Sucker ass nigga like a nigga with a tongue ring
Gucci got a pump
I'm coming out
Bow, bow, bow
Man down, click clack
Who your man now, know you heard 'bout Gucci Mane than what 'bout lettin' that thang sound
You
nothin'
I said, fuckin' it up
You's a hater, bitch nigga!
Remember! I'm the one that make you rich
Nigga
And I started from scratch
And put you back
got bird flu shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga, handle yo business
(It's Gucci)
Gucci, done it does, it
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
playin
Every chain I wear be game I’m Gucci mane
Gucci mane Gucci mane Gucci mane
Ak47 busting niggas in and out
I be causing damage busting racist in
Gucci mane
Fuck with me no I ain’t switching lanes
Inner circle I don’t need new friends
Talking bout gang but you a lame
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love
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia love
This that Gucci Mane and Keyshia love
Pretty hoes love trap niggas that's a fact
Baby hit me
Finesse king, that's my reputation
Take your ass out, with no hesitation
I'll sell you anything, like my nigga Radric
I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane, you
I woke up this morning, bussed down a swisher
Looked in the mirror, like I'm one rich ass nigga'
Brush my teeth with 100's, wipe my ass with these
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
Gucci!
Fresh out the feds in this mothafucker
And they still ain't ready yet for a muhfucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci
with bags (rich, nigga)
I'm into poppin' tags (what), I ain't even gotta brag (what)
Money talk for me, I'ma do the money walk down the street
I'ma do
to back, it's nothin'
Gucci Mane trick on a bitch, no cuffin'
Baby sucked my dick I gave her two clean hundreds
I didn't have a deal niggas thought it
Gucci mane
Two things
Trap house
Gucci mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, big kat (laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
want a five-star bitch)
Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars
I'm
pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' okay Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy
on yo ho mane
I hate lame niggas, so this a hate crime
Rich nigga shit I'm throwin' up them bank signs
Gotta Glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought
Caralho!!
Whoa!
Yuh yuh ay!
Rich nigga taste
Grapes on a plate!
On the interstate
Wit a new bae
Gshytt dripalini
That ain’t no debate
Me
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