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Gucci Mane

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(verse 1)
The crowd in a rage, gucci gettin paid
Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage
Young gucci mane hottest nigga in da a
Sellin plenty yae, movin 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut wit da t-top
Now im in a s-l-5 wit a top drop
To hot to handle, ridin down conloe
Baby its a kodak momment get yo camera
Gucci mane laflare nigga damn what you say
Girls goin crazy bout da nigga what da waves
Iced out chain and the fresh cartiers
Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade
You dont really know us lam wit the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it a make you throw up
Mama imma be like gucci when i grow up
Move big weight so i got money to throw up
Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a mink coat
Lookin for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

(chorus x2)
I gotta 100 doller haircut,
A million dolla smile
I gotta trillon doller brain
Million dolla worth of game
Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga gucci mane
Same, sippin 58's an aint a damn thang change!

Un! aint a damn thang change
Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga gucci mane

(verse 2)
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk
Came to the club i was already drunk
Laid back young nigga never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil sumin
Chain 7 vvs you will think im ups
Cause i knock on yo door like i got yo address
Air fresh everyday nigga dats me,
Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees
Gucci mpmp pony my famile need me to bring groceries
Im a 6 4 weed mike check night check
I ant seen a nigga out flow me yet
A vet an a vet ridin through yo set
Wit 2 outta state bitches an a case of moet
A blond a brunette what we gone do next
Good sex good day they say imma good catch
Gucci mane laflare dont fuck wit hood rats
Hit my blunt twice bitch an pass the blunt back

(chorus x2)

Un! aint a damn thang change
Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga gucci mane

(verse 3)
Brick man gucci man nigga im the man
Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard
Sir, i catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a nerd like a child swag of nerve
Absurd wit these words wit these nouns n these verbs
Kinda bir so i swerved my lil broads on the curve
Chill in the hood gettin rich on the third
Watchin out for 12 cause the people observe
Imma burn one smoke one with the world
4 all the gucci fans gucci boys gucci girls
(chorus x2)

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