Gucci Mane Album

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I CUT THE STOVE ON AND GET THE POTTIE I HOTT IZ FINNA GET HOT SO PUT YO MASK AND LET SOME SHOTTY I HOT IZ FINNA GET HOTT

Block Party, white Rock Party, I'm plugs dream, my love cream, I sell more coke then a soda machine, my whole team tote red beans. My homeboy got 30 years, my role dog got double life, whats double bad, and even even triple sad I'm out here tryna offer white..its a scary life like poltergeist,might crap out when you roll the dice. Take my advice, y'all stay in school cause the outside world is like rolling snake eyes. Grassy lines, lions, bears, tigers. Georgia boys, them dirty boys, I'm trapping hard by the Georgia dome. Tommys vile, Adams vile, Mechansiville, thats where I chill, this how I feel. He's not as real, get no respect from the dirty vile. I robbed stores. I then lied and broke into plenty houses, I did all that. I switch to the left, get a 50 pack, step off your toes, fuck that. Block party on Kostner ave. Come here get bust' at. 40 pounds in that game room, Whats up? Get touched at. I don't adjust nigga, I just keep hustling. Stop being a dumb nigga and go get some money.
Ain't no way in hell you can stop shouting, 40 white hits and a glock fawty. Pull up in the six with about 9 40's, whole bunch of birds, it's a block party. Brick squad, block party. Them zone six boys 'bout to throw a block party. Brick squad..Block party. Them boulder crest boy's bout to throw a block party.

12 getting on my nerves, on my fucking nerves. Trapping on the curb, nigga I just wanna serve. Before I hit the junior high I was slinging nerds. By the time I graduated I was slinging birds. I was talking to the plug screaming whats the word. And you was running through the halls like a fucking nerd.
In here cooking dough, whipping up the work. You a hear a skirt that means I don't wannna see the skert. If you scared go to church holla' red rock. I'm at the red store whippin eggs with the alley boy. And if I ever have a bean sign valley boy.
Zone 6 don't need no valley, I got that calley boy.
Ain't no way in hell you can stop shouting, 40 white hits and a glock fawty. Pull up in the six with about 9 40's, whole bunch of birds, it's a block party. Brick squad, block party. Them zone six boys 'bout to throw a block party. Brick squad..Block party. Them boulder crest boy's bout to throw a block party.
(The end of Gucci's part.)

Cheaaaa...
Yeaaaa...
Yeaaaaaa...
Zay-t on the track
What's up mac breezy
Uh gucci mane laflair
So icy e.n.t (huh)
We back man we still icy man
Stupid jewelry stupid guaps
Gucamoles on deck man

[Chorus: x2]
See my chain stupid
And my rang stupid
Girl I'm not stupid
But my knot stupid
All sets stupid bbs stupid
Girl it's gucci gucci
And my diamonds fruity

[Verse 1:]
Seven on my jacky baby call
Her terry bracelet baby
Bart one was spent bout 20 gees
Gucci drop three eighty baby
Multi-color carrot tee
My necklaces are heavy mane
Hit the club then leave the club
Then come back with another chain
Mighty mouse is icy dog bart shit is jus stupid yellow blue black green white the diamonds match the groupies
Digitally enhance stones pnky's is like a movie truly I'm a walking lick gucci man the talking brick if you ain't gonna talk
No chickens dog who you talking to 7:30
In the kitchen nate-nate about to go to school saturday I'm cooking chickens momma about to go to work sunday gucci cooking chickens granny about to go to church

[Chorus: x2]
See my chain stupid
And my rang stupid
Girl I'm not stupid
But my knot stupid
All sets stupid bbs stupid
Girl it's gucci gucci
And my diamonds fruity

Heavy wrist activity got me livin lovely
Cocka-nina-heaven-land cocka-nina-shawty
Breaking down ten chickens dog about to cook the shake up all these extra grams might as well go buy a jacob
Gucci man for mayor gucci man so player repin east atlanta that's ten minutes from decatur almost match are cars and are belts going to match are gators you can't swang like gucci cause you don't got enough flavor heavy on the lickerish then the street ridiculous
Denchers I'm megnificant I'm not very articulate

[x2:]
Gucci what the bidness is shawty wats the business every night is valentine every day is christmas

[Chorus: x2]
See my chain stupid
And my rang stupid
Girl I'm not stupid
But my knot stupid
All sets stupid bbs stupid
Girl it's gucci gucci
And my diamonds fruity

My girlfriend say she love me but it's just the jewelry multi color carrots got your girlfriend kinda curious first I drop my verse and then I go and drop the chorus then I'm gonna go back to my trap you know I'm morland 74 restored beethoven record it say you charging 30 like that gucci can't afford it gucci charging 40 dog that's a couple birdies gucci stupid jewelry dog and I don't think they herd me

[Chorus: x2]
See my chain stupid
And my rang stupid
Girl I'm not stupid
But my knot stupid
All sets stupid bbs stupid
Girl it's gucci gucci
And my diamonds fruity

Huh!

[Ox from Belly]
Aiyyo! Y'all hear me? (sniff, sniff)
Welcome to Murder City pussy claat (sniff)
We got you now (sniff)
Welcome to Murder City big claat
Magic go to the Ox welcome to Murder City pussy (sniff)
An who wan' war? An who wan' war?
COMIN IN!!

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[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [2X]
I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hoe and that's really trap money

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop the white crease, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin
Rob you on Front Street in 75 classic
My potnahs know I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money

[Chorus]

[Mook]
Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my amigos
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money

[Chorus]

course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice

verse 1...
(i aint neva had shit nigga dats da truth rich kids in da scoll use to draw on my shoes name stay on the board four checks in chalk in detention cus da teacher say dat we cant talk car so rady dat my momma got so i juss walk i wish i had a nickel fa every fight i fought stealin candy out da store like i cant get caught juss a lil bad black boy it aint my fought after school snack serve man 4 pieces of bread grandaddy why yo i so got-damn red gotta real soft ass n a hard ass better mind f**kin manners boy dats wat he said)

course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice

verse 2...
(move to east atlanta at da age of 9 real cold winter 1989 my brther good at ball i cant play no sports dey wont let u pack yo ? on da b-ball court ? wit my daddy na things goin alright we a family na got da dope man nikes n da starter coke only nigga in school wit da dope man rope pull da joint 2 times man im high already i like dem girls wit da braids n da high top chest ? tried to take it on da train but i juss couldnt let him)

course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice

verse 3...
(14 gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir n my momma wanna leave em but she love da nigga everything kinda change wen i turned sixteen got ole' skool regle wit da wit da crom back rees like a new born baby man dat bitch clean but da motor f**ked n da transmanine n its knockin don da street n mackmile parkin lot stright whoppin n a bankhead bounce 4 hoes 1 me hit da half n give me 2 dimes fa 15 in my to get rich by all means in da trap cus dis rap shit was juss my dream)

course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont make sense)...repeat twice

well yu know i got them yella diamonds on my risk diamonds on my all up in my car dont believe me yu can check
nigga cant get like me im moe than 2003

[Intro: Selassie]
Ay! DJ Speedy (Speedy)
You a fool for this one (for this one)
Selassie, Ice (Ice)
We still, rock steady (rock steady)
Gucci Mane, where you at?

[Gucci Mane]
YEAHHH! I'm not your baby daddy
I'm your sugar daddy, too much money on me
I can buy you all drinks, everything is on me
You can smoke and eat free, I'm in the V-I-P
Baby come and see me, G-U double-C I
M-A-N-E, I'm (So Icey)
You done heard about me, but enough about me
Let's talk about we, come lie on my sheets
I'ma lay in you deep, like a Lamborghini
Girl you represents me, and you must look cute
Cause you represent me, I'm the President Bill
You my Hilary, but you try an' diss me
I'ma call on whiskey, need a black lady
independent Oprah Winfrey, ask Oprah Winfrey
Has she heard about me? Spread the word about me
If you leave your plan A, I can be your plan B
Gucci!

[Chorus: Selassie]
Lambo, like a Lambo
Get low to the earth like a Lambo
Baby stick your hands up like a Lambo
Go slow, go fast like a Lambo
Oh she looks like a Lambo, like a Lambo
Baby body bangin harder than a Lambo
Baby put her hands up like a Lambo
She remind me of a Murcielago

[Gucci Mane]
Like a Lamborghini, shorty very pricey
She can be your wifey could say that shorty might be
But I think she like me, least I think she like G's
All the G's on her bag, how she couldn't like me?
(Gucci) How she wouldn't like me? Your man wanna bite me
But he shouldn't, now you runnin like a Lamborghini
Shorty fine as a scene, Jet beauty this week
She as top notch as Jet, but she a stone cold freak
Ridin down to South Beach, 'bout 4 or 5 drinks
Jumped in a 'Lago, doors up, you don't say
Gucci Mane, Selassie, girl we extra ic-ey
Wanna owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say
I'ma pay like I weigh, every day my payday
Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini
I'ma pay like I weigh, every day my payday
Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini

[Chorus]

[Selassie]
And she know she good, when she up in the hood
Because she got that good, that's what they say in the hood
Yeah so you can ask Mr. Gucci, excuse me, Mr. Icey
Baby girl yeah say she wanna be your wifey
She dress real pricey, her head game nice B
Plus she says she got a girl who like me

[Chorus]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The way my wrist glist' I make a hood bitch say "Damn!"
My neck-lace represent the fact I go ham
It's lonely up here, man I need to come down
So many O's I made the bank teller pass out

My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday
But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie
I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't shit funny (ha)
I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin
I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies
I'm gettin on your nerves cause Gucci got money
The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny

[Chorus]

I mic check, I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
One scratch on my Nike checks, I cop another pair
I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck
when she hit the bubble kush the bitch coughed up her breakfast
I'm the realest make a bet, I bet the checks don't bounce
So much cash in the bag I make accountants lose count
Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out
With me and Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk
Gucci!

[Chorus]

Verse 1:

gucci over do's it, does it the boys perfect.
vette peice fronted, its color scale in the cover.
i'm up 900, god damn i spent 100 .
but thats rap money, when trap cash thats nothin'.
i'm internet surfin, to a gorrilla in the turfin.
G boat racin', jet skiin' and golfin'.
crazy color jawdys, same color the bought it.
bitch i'm back i'm ballin', im rich hundred regardless.
shrimp scampy odor everytime i fork chick.
trap nigga neva' say with a hundred spark bitch.
i'm young rich and heartless, put you on a cartoon.
cartoon jury just to bounce by my artist.
6 months lost, got a head start bitch.
i was legal rich ever before i got a rap check.
yellow corvette same color bow lett.
pay $20 grand$ just to get every stone set.

Chorus:

big black hallow tips that's what the six fit
hataz' try me they'll get shot in the kidneys.(Bleow!).
dislodged bullets real fast what a chop do.
(Bleow!).
i'm gucci mane laflare i tow da' glock like a cop do.
We don't talk to strangaz', we cop' bangaz'.
Trappin at night man it might get dangerous!

i'm from east atlanta where they cuttin off fingaz'.(repeat 2x)


Verse 2:
i'm shittin on these rappers like i'm wearin a pamper.

I'm sittin on 500's cus i got it together
niggaz never try niggaz that set examples.
ima eat a shawty side to side of the scramper.
the port of miami to the streets of hotlanta.
the pinky with the lightstone matchin yo' candle.
gucci mane laflare they call me gucci montana.
i'm blood georgia from the maken tampa and bama.
my mississipi niggaz' feel me harder than bama.
hataz' see my video, they switchin' the channel.
Gucci got peices shawty go get yo' camera.
Gucci time is money, bitch so go get it faster.
I could give a damn about your fathers a bastard.
just cus i smoke your father than your ass is a bastard.
gucci smokin' weed, so you know he's a handser.
money on my mind so bitches don't really matter.
big black hallow tips that's what the six fit.
hataz' try me they'll get shot in the kidneys.(Bleow!).
dislodged bullets real fast what a chop do.
(Bleow!).
i'm gucci mane laflare i tow da' glock like a cop do.
We don't talk to strangaz', we cop' bangaz'.
Trappin at night man it might get dangerous!
i'm from east atlanta where they cuttin off fingaz'.(repeat 2x)

Verse 2:

Money so big it cant fit in my matress.
Yellow bought the adress cus i signed with atlantic.
money bigger thirsty then trappin' hispanics.
party in my pocket turn your head to some metal risk.
boss of your boss man, i push the porsche`'s.
million dollar chain got me feelin' important.
jumped off early, and copped' me a fork.
makin' moofa money like the king of new york.
gucci go and get it, why them hoes get abortions.
shittin on a bitch, take a piss on their jordans.
rap is roverocious gucci mane want the package.
scale in the bag, bitch pay me on the back end
half of tenths of watch 10 Franklin's and Jackson's.
Trappa' never trip i just added the fractions,
new bitch muggin', brand new mansion.
everything inside from the chinks to my glasses

Chorus:

big black hallow tips that's what the six fit
hataz' try me they'll get shot in the kidneys.(Bleow!).
dislodged bullets real fast what a chop do.
(Bleow!).
i'm gucci mane laflare i tow da' glock like a cop do.
We don't talk to strangaz', we cop' bangaz'.
Trappin at night man it might get dangerous!

i'm from east atlanta where they cuttin off fingaz'.(repeat 2x)

[Intro]
Gangs
GEAH, GEAH, GEAH, GEAH

[Chorus]
Gangs, let's start a gang
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
These thangs, let's start again
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
So Icey boy, that's the thang
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
This gang - wanna join the gang
So Ice boy nigga that's the thang
This gang

[Gucci Mane]
'Fore you join the gang gotta change your name (yeahhh)
Sound is So Icey, change your slang
Hot boys, hot girls, blaze ya {?}
Crip greens rice, law enforcement treys
Simple plain shorty I'll bang ya brain (POW!)
Don't get it twisted shorty I'll cock and aim
Gucci got guns with beams and thangs (huh)
The runners got stupid had dreams of thangs (yeahhh)
Black Chuck Taylors with the screens and thangs
Cause everybody say they wanna join the gang
Black Chuck Taylors, red shoestrings and thangs
Cause e'rybody say they wanna join my gang
It's Gucci

[Chorus]

[Biz]
Shouts out to the red and the blue gangs
And them boys with the black flags gettin money mane
I get that pepperjack cheese, boy that's hot money
Kinda similar to what you boys call block money (yessir)
It's kinda funny, cause the money come in blocks son
I got a Forrest Gump trap house - it stay runnin
Say e'rybody wanna join the So Icey fam
Well get your money right Miller (why?) Cause we goin ham
Throwed off cause the gang I rep that e'ryday
We get it with the So Icey boy, the long way
Ben Frank's my right hand man, but I need him mo' and mo'
So add in nine others butter now I got a Grand Hustle

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Nigga it's a gang thang, gang plan, gang bang
Here to give it Sunday, every day is gang day
Red rag, blue rag, black rag, green
Don't put it on your body 'less you know what that mean
The team tote infrared beams, knahmean?
We'll bust you bullets goin in your spleen, knahmean?
Baby feelin good cause she on the dream team
Cause every bad bitch wanna join a real gang (YEAHHH)
His lady feelin good, cause she got a real lame
Cause one track mind never made the out train
Baby's feelin good cause she on the dream team
Cause every bad bitch wanna join a real gang
His lady feelin good, cause she got a real lame
Cause one track minds never make the out train
GANGS

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