Gucci Mane

(verse 1)
Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around me big stacks round big gats round me tha thrax round me purple packs around me no sacks round me i smoke like marley i niggaz ride harleys i hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson Im sorry im pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters get found thrown in the oppanoke yo bich she choose me you mad she choose me Im glad she choose me she gave me her room key the time on White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol G they put me on T.V. Im gutta like B.G. Im reppin the B.C. the jealous ones envy cuz its somethin against me
(chorus x2)
you fuck with me you fuck with them you fuck with them you stuck with me big cat laflare we dont fight fair big cat laflare na we dont fight fiar
(Verse 2)
got major flavor got major label got major niggaz cuz we got major paper ball hard like we major league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin cuz Gucci Mane the mayor I run the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team the chumps my squads the spurs hell yo suads the pumps unload the pump unload the pump explode the pump then reload the pump dont move the trunkl you fit in the trunk you set in tha trunk til ya body stank like a shunk the city of thieves drug dealers and Gs my niggaz gamble all my niggaz smoke weed
(Chorus x2)
(verse3)
my money got a mouth so I let it talk for me half a mill worth of ice what it bought for me Im on tha bubble kush man thats a rich high I order Cris by the case Im a rich guy Im 25 but I ride like Im 67 cuz when I ride man I ride with the mac 11 a quater pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced out I think I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades and the gold fronts why you stunt so hard you only live once Im in the club real high and Im real drunk Im on my third bar and Im on my eight blunt Im leavin with your girl with the pump right in the front with them 28s call Roy Dunes Im from East Atlanta boy this is how its done we rock them old school verses with the Georgia sun
(Chorus x2)
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