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Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane


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Настоящее имя Radric Davis
Дата рождения 12 февраля 1980 г.
Место рождения Birmingham, Alabama
Откуда Atlanta, Georgia, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Годы 2004—н.в.
Лейблы Asylum Records
См. также 1017 Brick Squad
OJ Da Juiceman
Waka Flocka Flame
Yo Gotti
Shawty Lo
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Альбом Gucci Mane


Trap House (24.05.2005)
24.05.2005
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Icy (feat. Boo & Young Jeezy)
6.
7.
Money Don't Matter (feat. Torica)
8.
9.
Lawnmower Man
10.
Pyrex Pot
11.
Independent Calling Like A Major #1
12.
Black Tee (feat. Bun B, Jody Breeze, Killer Mike, Lil Scrappy & Young Jeezy)
13.
Corner Cuttin (feat. Khujo Goodie)
14.
Independent Balling Like A Major #2
15.
16.
Damn Shawty (feat. Young Snead)
17.
Go Head (feat. Mac Bre-Z)
18.
Trap House Outro
. . .



[Gucci Mane:]
Yea Mutherfucker We Got Big Cat In This Mutherfucker Laflare Nigga Guccie Mane
The Mutherfuckin Gotto Nigga Its A Wrap Then The Whole Industry We Got This Shit In The Fuckin
Head Lock

[Big Cat:]
Yea Guccie We Fuckin This Niggas Up

[Gucci Mane:]
Cat We Doin More Than Fuckin This Niggas Up We Fuckin This Niggas Hoes We Got
More Ice Than This Niggas We Got Mo Money Than This Niggas We Independent We Making Major
Niggas Tuck They Chain In Haaa Haaa Haa

[Big Cat:]
I Love It Make This Fuck Niggas Tuck They Chain In Gucci You Know How We Do Baby

[Gucci Mane:]
I Want To Tell You Ahhh My Nigga Just Bought Me A Jacob Right That Bitch Cost Bout
60 Right That Bitch Got Yellow Blue In Green Stones In It Yall Bitches Get Yall Weight Up Out There


. . .



In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House
Gucci Mane Check It

[Hook]
Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House
Bricks going in, Bricks going out
Made a hundred tho(usand) In My Trap House

I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant I talk cash shit
Bitches say I'm arrogant well god damn Gucci cockie then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
Gucci ain't shit, Bitch I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy In My Trap House
Smokin' rubber cushie

[Hook]

Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(females)(Girl their go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan)
Yellow hummvie with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as yellow cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple shit
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right

[Hook]

In my trap house watchin Sports Center
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Qunice Carter
Say I'm working with wit a mill or better
Married to the game me and ????? live together
Street smart niggah never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal*Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens

[Hook]


. . .



Chorus
in the club tryin to find me a bad ass broad
Gave her five for the pussy then i took her to the mall
that's all babygirl thats all
18 for the whole nine five for the half
Came up in the hood sellin fifty dollar slabs
thats all playboy thats all

verse
when them bottles start poppin girls start jockin
the girl so fine that i took the chick shoppin
Dueces on the old school smokin on the dro fool
know that its a hit, my voice done hit the tool
Gucci mane frank nitty got it like
That never seen a chick wit a body like that
shawty actin feisty too damn sheisty
Get wit Gucci mane baby u be so icy
Can't lie baby girl you fine as hell
Will i hit it in the first date time will tell
Baby says she like the way the top drop back
Never thought my home boy girl a jock like that
40 on the braclet back to basic
A mill worth of ice in these playa haters faces
a mill worth of ice in Gucci mane good gracious
Got a slick flow and i think its contagious

Chorus

verse
I ain't wit that flexin cat he investing
Tell htese playa haters to check my bds benz
Like Yao Ming man my money staked tall
I deal for half a mill nigga thats all
See a broad Gucci mane ill buy
The same dude u shop wit im his supplier

Gucci Gucci Gucci yours truly thats me
Hood rich or cocky i just might be
Wit my chain so bright Ray charles might see
More ice on me than a game of hockey
if you want a mean dick you can ride my six
Suck a good dick then ill get your hair fixed
Gucci brake bricks down used to sell fifties
Watch on my wrist man it cost a buck fifty
King of the city Gucciman Frank nitty
Ill gives a bitch a dove if she let me touch her tities

Chorus

Gucci mane make you look lke you posed to look
Gucci shoesGucci fit and a pocket book
Let you party like a rock star, ride in boxcar
Have you gainin weight everyday eatin lobster
All your friends invited so u can bring a partner
Gucci in the hood sellin weed like a docter
Fifty dollar slab to a trunk full of holes
Never at the house cause im always doing shows
Teamed up with big cat now they want to chit chat
Role to crash raod, flat shoals represent that
Gucci in the booth and my flows crazy
is it hot in here nigga or its just me
Have you at south beach fallin of Jet Ski
Smokin purple weed under shade of palm trees
In Biloxi we could spend a hundred gees
Ill play the crap table you get the slot machine

Chorus




. . .



[Chorus]
Put on your booty shorts
Ooh, I really like the sexy way you walk
Ooh, I like the way you make your booty talk
Everytime you put on your booty shorts
Believe dat girl

[Verse]
I don't holla at girls girls holla at me
I don't throw dollars at girls, they throw dollars at me
Gucci you conceited bitch I might be
cause my chain so bright Stevie Wonder might see
Yea you got a man but ya man ain't me
Add ya whole life savings times three
The mouth full of dro and the clothes ain't free
so you gotta be a dimepiece to approach me
How much 'unh can one girl take
How many cakes can one man bake
Playa on the real man I don't know
I just love it when they fresh and they ass cheeks show
Everybody stare when I walk in the room
Smokin on purp got me high like the moon
Chain front big like its New Year's Eve
but my Rollie on fire like the first day of June

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I neva seen a chick wit a body like that
Gucci Mane Lil Flap bitch I got it like that
Stuntin in the club wit my nigga Big Kap
made the waitress come back wit 20 mo' stacks
Iced out chain got a iced out grill
Independent I ain't got no deal
Hood rich bitch do ya know the feelin?
My watch worth damn near a quarter million
Shawty got some shorts on oh, so small
Say she like me cause my rims real tall
If you want work bitch you can call us
you in big wheels baby we some ballers
Money ain't a thang to the boy Gucci Mane
Old school Chevy same color cocaine
Ridin through the hood throwin money out the brain
and I'm lookin for the girls wit the booty shorts mane

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Candy Escalade 26 inch blades
Throw back money from back in eighth grade
Ya dancin in the club so I know ya get paid
but I betcha you'd look betta wit these microbraids
Girls in the club like dat there stank
Showin off three or four rubberband banks
Me and HB keep a big bankroll pulled up in a Hemi wit the Lambo Doors
Me and yo chick in a red corvette
I neva had shit nigga what ya expect
Neva seen a young man paint so wet hood rich and my album ain't even dropped yet
You'll neva see a man wit a watch like mine
Face real pretty and a body real fine
When we get home I'm a break her spine
Get in her ear and corrupt her mind


. . .



(feat. Young Jeezy, Boo)

I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy

[Chorus:]
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Man what the fuck y'all...yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don't like me
I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece,
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
wit da antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse: Boo]
I'm hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when da lights out
Cuz dat's how monsters do it
Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music
I'm da man from da C.H.I.
These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I'm pullin hoes in da club and I don't even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit
And you know I'm in da cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones

[Hook:]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

[Chorus]

I'm so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...hang...down...to my dick


. . .



Gucci mane
Two Thangs
Trap House

Gucci Mane in da building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, Big Kat (Laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
Everythang don't mean two thangs, watch this

[Hook]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs [Repeat 3x]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use dont mean two thangs

Uhhhhh...

It ain't the way its da principle (uhh)
what kind of student make mo money than da principal
and I never made da Honor Roll (uhh)
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor Roll
U pumpin' iron in da weight room (uhh)
I'm on da grind got a nine in da weight room
and I never play softball (uhh)
but I always kept da hard and da soft balls
U doin math on da calculator (uhh)
I'm weighin slabs doin math on a calculator
and I ain't tryna to write no essays (uhh)
I'm tryna to get a hundred pounds for my eses
U tryna learn how ta speak spanish (uhh)
but my connect tryna teach me ta speak spanish
and U a monitor in da hallway (uhh)
I'm allday on da grind wit a 4-way

[Hook]

Uhh....

U da one who won da Spelling Bee (uhh)
I'm da first 3rd grader wit a felony
and I never was a teacher's pet (uhh)
I'm da one who went and stole da teacher's cigarettes
and I never went on field trips (uhh)
I'm at Walter's tryna buy me some stash slips
and I always been cut throat (uhh)
15 takin' big niggas starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself (uhh)
but I used to have a high right, low left
gettin' money by da truck loads (uhh)
rollin up Big Fat el productos
before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's (uhh)
Box Chevy trunk soudin' like a earthquake

[Hook]

Uhhhh....

I gotta give it to U raw man (uhh)
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I'm a nigga from da block man (uhh)
In da club puttin down wit da block man
U probably gotta worka 9 to 5 (uhh)
I'm on da grind wit da nines for da 55
Bitch U a half of a 12 (uhh)
Low Key bucket tryna duck 12's
So what's up wit dem T-shirts (uhh)
I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt
Better watch yo fuckin' tone man (uhh)
Cuz U know Gucci keep a tone man

[Hook]

Uhhh...




. . .



We gon do it like this yall
we gon do it like that yall
we gon do it like this yall (put yo ? in the club)
we gon do it like that yall (why nitti on the track)

all the money dont matter to me (to me)
and all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
cuz i dont need to fly to you
but yous the baddest chick i eva see (badest chick i ever see)
come play on gucci team
every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

the way you walk is, so sexy
the way you talk is, so sexy
the way you move is, so sexy
everything about you girl (everything about you girl)
my eyes decieving me
she wants to be with me
she wants to sleep with me
gucci needs two or three

i keep ya icy (so icy)
i have ya supa fresh (so fresh)
i know ya like me
you like the way i dress

latley in love with me
im in light wood
the game me so head
i spit one night worth
keep a college girl past her curfew
says she like me and she like her too
get a bitch suck a dick what she gon do?
point at the house had ta point it on you
tell your girlfriend & your best friend too
you can bring a whole dorm and they can have some fun too

all the money dont matter to me (to me)
and all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
any nigga dont matter to me (ayy)
cuz i dont need to fly to you
but yous the baddest chick i eva see (badest chick i ever see)
come play on gucci team
every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

the way you walk is, so sexy
the way you talk is, so sexy
the way you move is, so sexy
everrything about you girl (everything about you girl)
my eyes decieving me
she wants to be with me
she wants to sleep with me
gucci needs two or three

i keep ya icy (so icy)
i have ya supa fresh (so fresh)
i know ya like me
you like the way i dress

a pretty young thang in some applebottom jeans
gold tooth man(?) for the gucci man team
says she like the way my gold grill gleam
and my chain hang low down to
down to my ding a ling

gotta bad yellow thang down at the AU
? her she my girl
but the shit aint true
i give a bitch the world but
she dont know what to do
parasuca(?) office icey fresh hair dos.

all the money dont matter to me (to me)
and all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
cuz i dont need to fly to you
but yous the baddest chick i eva see (badest chick i ever see)
come play on gucci team
every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

the way you walk is, so sexy
the way you talk is, so sexy
the way you move is, so sexy
everything about you girl (everything about you girl)

(girl)
we hit the louie shop
cuz all we do is shop
shut down the parking lot
when we jumped out the truck
jeans and a halter top
they askin what my name
money dont matter
tourgad(?) and gucci mane

ima watch you through the hood on the 26's
buy you a braclete real expensive
gucci only holler at the baddest bitches
love they way a boss bitch handle her business
gucci man ? ....?
fly down the street with my ?...
gotta move the blow but its on the d-low
thats what they made the train and the greyhound for

all the money dont matter to me (to me)
and all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
cuz i dont need to fly to you
but yous the baddest chick i eva see (badest chick i ever see)
come play on gucci team
every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

the way you walk is, so sexy
the way you talk is, so sexy
the way you move is, so sexy
everything about you girl (everything about you girl)




. . .



East atlanta zone 6 that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood glenwood to grountry road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood rolla 1st to flat show nigga that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood i can't forget counter road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood (uhh)

gangsta bidding everybody coppin niggas walking out wit bags like they goin shoppin im on tha playstation playin grand thief i had a 100 bricks i got 3 left shootin c lows middle of tha day i bet a 100 grand da nigga iced away 5:45 in tha afternoon 98 degrees and it's tha 1st of june niggas goin in niggas gettin out everybody strap and they griped out 12:00 on tha dot midnight bet 50 grand on a pit fight 6:43 and im wakin up cookin cocine and it's cakin up 9:00 on da dot rush hour first you get the money then you get the power

east atlanta zone 6 that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood glenwood to grountry road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood rolla 1st to flat shows nigga that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood i can't forget counter road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood (uhh)

money real dirty 9:30 got a trap to catch fo a quater birdy 10:45 quater to 11 ak 47 and a mac 11 1:17 my trap bunkin if you from tha hood then you sellin sumthing 2:22 time to cook a deuce fo my lil partner i call his ass tha truth 3:34 time to swing tha doe 9600 fo a pound of dro 4:46 trunk fulla bricks can't stop trappin til im futhy rich dropped out of skool 1998 bought a box chevy and a half of cake 2k3 hit a lic 100 pounds of weed 50 bricks

east atlanta zone 6 that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood glenwood to grountry road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood rolla 1st to flat shows nigga that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood i can't forget counter road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood (uhh)

age 13 im trap star paid a 50 slab fo a junky car skool til in but im at home standing on tha corner wit sum uazone turned 15 im trapped out bet a 100 dollars just to crap out 17 now and im on tha grind neva stand in line at tha 55 dime 19 years blood sweated tears sellin innertubes like good year 21 now im a grown up so wen you call my phone it's a zone up age 25 and it's gettin worst 18.5 fo a hookit verse fo i turn 30 i b 30 plus swimmin in tha bucs like scu by duck

east atlanta zone 6 that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood glenwood to grountry road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood rolla 1st to flat shows nigga that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood i can't forget counter road that's my hood that's my hood nigga that's my hood (uhh)




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Lawnmower Man

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Pyrex Pot

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Independent Calling Like A Major #1

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[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy) 2x]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
Im real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee
Gucci Mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece
Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask
Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse
Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black beat, trappin on the front street
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me
Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me

[Verse 2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Reppin UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee
Gucci chain swangin on the front of his black tee
Cadillac swangin, smokin blunts in his black tee
Stunt in his black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town goin for the ten or fives
Im talkin cornflakes
Got inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got the all black Chevy on all black rims
Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims
On the all-black leather there's a all-black mack
Tryin to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
They'll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat

[Verse 5: Jody Breeze]
Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street
Chillin by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watchin Scarface on the flat screen
Told yall constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
I aint gotta keep tellin yall niggaz ima G
Ima just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

[Chorus]

[Verse 6: 4-Tre]
Im s-stainless in my black tee
Remainin in my black tee
On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee
Diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck them, probly neva wore a black tee
Workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
Im lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

[Verse 7: Lil Scrappy]
Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on
Fuck a sturdy shot, I'm goin straight for the bread home
I don't know why yall niggaz dropped move b
Cause now Raheem'll show ya punk ass a tree
Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee
Now I'm smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
Saw me in Valve then tried to fight me
Jus the same monkey shawty don't take me lightly

[Chorus]


. . .

Corner Cuttin

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Independent Balling Like A Major #2

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Chorus;
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.
It's an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)

verse 1:
(ughh)
I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp. in my frigerator.(ughh)
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailor. (ughh)
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man,(ughh)
Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't never heard of dat. (ughh)
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buyin out sandwich bags(ughh)
Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like nigga fish scales(ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the Sign Yoursefd Cartel

Chorus

verse 2:
(ughh0
I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's.(ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black Enterprenuer in nhis prime(ughh)
A nigga gota get the whole thang, 21-5 evrytime my phone rang(ughh)
I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale(ughh)
So I can't go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope man's dope man(ughh)
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's thatb be smokin outta coke cans(ughh)
and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up.(ughh)
so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll getcha coke, I'll getcha boi

Chrous:
(ughh) I got dem pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talkin bout cd's(ughh)
I'm talkin bout HB's, a huundred pounds nigga holla at HB(ughh0
nigga I can get an Escalade off a hundred slab and a razor blade(ughh)
when I cut it wit the rich band 2 flips nigga Imma be a rich man.(ughh)
and these robbers trynna plot up, get his car shot up tyrna take a nigga product(ughh)
these niggas ain't harmin me,plus I sell more drugs than a pharmacy.(ughh)
Imma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and these bitches ain't no Tylenol (ughh)
Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 thoughand dollar charm and a hole in da wall.
Chorus


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gucci finnaly made it niggas player hatin when i hit the club i got twenty gs to play wit bitch im da brick man ballin lyk a rich man sippin on dis surp got me leanin lyk a kick stan organize dis pimpin da center of attention laflare entertainment im playin my position weigh it on da bitches holla at da bitches never workd for churches but i sold alota chickens gotta alota cheese so i do a little trickin bitch take dis lil money bitch and gone about ya bizness everyday is christmas everynight is valentines ten in new york nine alabama time moved to atl da whole east alanta mine billion dollar deal i signed on da dotted line gucci bout dat pimp shit lobster steak and shrimp shit big cat laflare you try you get ya wig split


hook: damn shawty why u hatin so hard cause my chain worth a mil or my rims to large dam shawty why you hatin on me i see you mad cause im in da club throwin up gs damn shawty u can get it like me sticks and stones break bones words motivate me


verse 2 dey say my chain so cold and my watch too hot my ears on on bling pinky ring on fire twinkle twinkle see da star past by gucci mane aint hot you a goddamn lie why ask why nigga know but try a case of crystal and a black 45 hoes in da club like who is dat guy drinkin crystal throein money in the sky his fit so sharp and his rims so large wet paint job wit da automatic start semi aoutomatic if utry to play hard gucci mane montana from east atlanta diamonds in my chain same color bannanas

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(feat. Mac Bre-Z)

[Hook]
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Babygirl Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head, Go Head
Go Head

[Chorus x2]
Shawtii gotta ass on ha (on ha)
Imma put my hands on ha (on ha)
Imma spend a couple grand on ha (on ha)
Imma pop a rubberband on ha (on ha)

[Verse 1 - GUCCI MANE]
Im tryna figure which chick imma see today (see today).
Picked up a young gurl, looked like Lisa Ray (Lisa Ray).
When I seen ha in da club said I gots to get ha (gots to get ha),
cuz she might be Trina sista (Trina sista).
Gotta gurl look just like Lauren Hill (Lauren Hill),
took ha to da crib cuz she kno’ wut it is (she kno’ wut it is).
Imma bump ha but I cant stand ha daddy do’ (daddy do’)
but she got mo’ ass than Jackie O’ (Jackie O’).
Gotta brown skin gurl like Foxy Brown (Foxy Brown).
Bought a quarter pound just to blow it down (blow it down).
Tattoos all ova’ like Eva or sumthin’ (Eve or sumthin’).
Long hair but it must be weave or sumthin’ (weave or sumthing’).
Gotta spot so I bought ha new furniture (furniture),
cuz she pretty in da face like Monica (Monica).
I really dig da gurl so I gave a ticket to Gucci World (Gucci World).

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 - Mac Bre-Z]
Im in da club niggas screamin’ who da hill is dat (who da hell is dat).
Dat gurl wit’ dat ass all on da back.
I got dat fire read thong wit’ bra to match (bra to match).
Imma real boss bitch and im hard to catch.
Mac Bre-Z, pimpin aint E-Z nigga (it aint easy),
you can leave cuz I don’t really need ya nigga (I don’t need ya).
I got dat chevy and ya hear me fo’
ya see me nigga cuz my mama sho’ da Mack how to treat a nigga.
And imma Top Notch Bitch dat talk shit but I take none (I take none).
Jump fresh wit my nails done (my nails done),
my braclet. My nigga sick so you already kno’,
when I step up in da club,
I be rockin’ stilettos hoe (stilettos hoe).
Imma jazzy gurl, straight classy gurl (straight classy girl).
And ya never head a nigga say im nasty gurl (I aint nasty gurl).
And ya never meet a gurl dat will shine like me (shine like me)
cuz im wit da Gucci Mane, im SO ICEY.

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - GUCCI MANE]
Dem niggas jealous say you aint got time fo’ dat (time fo’ dat).
All dat shake can a nigga get some fries wit dat
(fries wit dat). Too much ass, I aint gotta press a high to dat (high to dat).
Hair blonde fo’ a minute til’
she dyed it black. In da club wit ha gurls, everybody pretty.
Said she used to dance at Magic City (Magic City).
Go Gurl (Go Gurl)
To da flo’ gurl (To da flo’ gurl)
Shake it real slow like a pro gurl (Pro gurl)
Hit da dro gurl cuz its yo world (yo world)
Dance one time den get some mo’ gurl (mo’ gurl)
Gucci in the club two rubberband bites,
smokin’ bubbagush and da shit just stank (stank).
Six gurls dancin’ at da same time (same time),
never seen a hood hoe so damn fine (so fine).
Turn around babygurl, damn ya cute.
I aint tryna come at you like a prostitute.

[Hook]

[Chorus x2]


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Trap House Outro

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