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06.07.2010
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"Corner Cuttin"
(feat. Khujo Goodie)

"Corner Cuttin"
(feat. Khujo Goodie)



[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Corner cuttin, trap shakin
Booty hoppin, you hear that beat knockin
(Is that that beat knockin?) That's that beat knockin
(Is that that beat knockin?) Yeah that's that beat knockin

[Verse 1]
Silverados, sittin on 60's
Lamborghini do's, just for the bitches
(Just for the bitches?) That's for the bitches
(For them witches?) That's for the bitches
Dodge Magnum, paint it platinum
He got to hear me in it, so it's the fast one
(Is that the brass one?) That is the fast one
(That's the brass one) Nah that's the fast one
Bubble eye Hummer, with the chrome grill
Ask your baby mama, how that leather feel
(How the leather feel?) That's how the leather feel
(Yeah how the leather feel?) That's how the leather feel
Brand new 'Vette, with the Calvins
Red and black, same color as the Falcons
(As THE FALCONS?!) As the Falcons
(As THE FALCONS~!) As the Falcons

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
63M, check the tag, yessir
Under the hood nigga, it's a geek monster
(Is that a geek monster?) Now that's a geek monster
(IS THAT A GEEK MONSTER?) Now that's a geek monster
Old school Chevy, with the Gucci guts
It's that latter day, I'ma make 'em put it up
(Make 'em put it up) I make 'em put it up
(SHAWTY MAKE THEM PUT IT UP~!) I make 'em put it up
Paint drippin wet, like my girl pussy
Me and Khujo, smokin bubble kushy
(Is that that bubble kushy?) Yeah that's that bubble kushy
(Is that that bubble kushy?) Yeah that's that bubble kushy

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]
Every woofer on, I skated on chrome
Just the other day, I got my lights on
(You got yo' lights on?) I got my lights on
(You got yo' lights on?) I got my lights on
20 cars deep, everybody whippin
{?} run the mill, all in them 26's
(Is them those 26's?) Oh them the 26's
(Is them those 26's?) Oh them the 26's
Bubble out bill, with the frog face
Alligator seats, that's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?) That's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?) That's how them ballers play
Old school Chevelle, sittin high as hell
High as hell as I ride through the A-T-L
(Through the A-T-L?) Through the A-T-L
(Ride through the A-T-L?) Through the A-T-L

[Chorus]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.267
"Cowards & Soldiers"
(with DJ Drama)

"Cowards & Soldiers"
(with DJ Drama)



[Verse 1]
My trap house chill like Morehouse I got niggas all around it
But yo trap like a whore house probly in there cooking brownies
Spell me, spell me, ain't nothing you can tell them
My goons all trained to go but you squad more pussy then Spellman
We stomp you like the Q-Dogs aka Alpha Kappa
Gambling with a poolshark find your body after later
College campus kush pack, three blunts make the party start
Don't make me start burning kush then start burning your body parts
Zone 6 still ma I'm a model, I'm valedictorian
Girl just broke up with me say I fucked the whole sorority
Retarted all the time I was bumpin' and choppin' authority
Tell it to my nine, 'cause you bitch niggas be boring me

[Hook]
He's got made for teenagers scary you can't join
But if you have the heart we can link up and have fun
They drink up all of the fuck if the lockers were made of bud
'Cause these cowards die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one
You know it's what these bitches in Atlanta keep goin'
Don't keep up the security we see 'em we keep blowin'
No glory for the team with scarce money and no guns
'Cause a coward die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one

[Verse 2]
I empty out the clip, believe me that's not a myth
I murk you on the scrifin' one question I plead the fifth
Your kush pack and my cocaine whiter than Taylor swift
And they tailor make my bread and dine collar costs me a grip
I'm cleaner than a whistle black diamonds matchin' my pistols
So beefin' with me nigga best keep yo head on a swivel
Quarter ticket every week and you dig it that's how I kick it
So you can leave the money and you can have all the bitches
Pardon my apology rappers these days not as hard as me
Avoiding me that's obviously cause they know they just frosted me
I brought to me you softer than Charmin and that's not hard to see
I own the street every beat that I spit on my fans applauded me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm back in the Maybach I'm blowin Kush in the back
Eight thousand dollars for the set, time to roll me another fat
The police pull me over they think of gon' catch a trap
Don't know it's only personal uses what's up with that
My wrist and knicks so rocksy I'm choppin' game up with Terrance (BURR)
I'm worn all 6 import talkin' cockin' thanks to my parents (BURR)
You strippers seen 10K worth of singles they squeeze they nipples
I tempt one till she twiddle and that's a bitch 'till she cripple
I keep word to a minimal rappers now wanna hush
I got to say too much 'cause my jewelry can't says enough (BURR)
I'm keep 'em up that's why you niggas ain't deep enough
You say you poppin' deep dish yo pockets ain't deep enough

[Hook]
 
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06.07.2010
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"Crazy"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

"Crazy"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Mr. East a line it back nigga
Aka Mr. Perfect
Aka Gucci Sousa
Aka the trap god Nicholas go

[Verse 1]
Hallelujah
My blood just send me 50, I got first wide a refusal
My bitch is my main shooter, I make my bitch go do ya
Don’t bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might Jimmy chew er
It’s guap, it ain’t hip-hop, but I bet diamonds bluer
Got 3 spots, I got 2 drops and it ain’t no nigga cooler
Got 3 reigns, I got 10 chains and I thank on Ricky Ruller
Got the young niggas in my straight A cuz that’s a odd maneuver
My trap back, I had a flashback when I shot at a intruder
In the section full of bad bitches and they all wanna smoke hookas
Well I beat the block the way I work the trade
Man, you think I’m a producer
The sergeant here – Medusa
Get dumb, have you nigga tutored

[Hook]
I might not by you no Mercedes
But I’mma drive your ass crazy
That sucker shit, it don’t phase me
They way she sucking – so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
That sucker shit just don’t phase me
I’m bout to make a bitch pay me
You take good care of nigga, baby
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy

[Verse 2]
White flag, no black car
Flat back car off 2 bars
With 3 broads, 40 grand in my G stars
Pink slip – don’t lease ours
Who the fuck you think we are?
Retard, kick start this brick squad
That candy touch your body parts
Trapped out like towed cars
Goons have it real like drug lords

[Verse 3]
Got young cars in gold cars
My A&R’s are dope boy
Like the drugs are in a coke war
Just whip a nigga with a crowbar
Security guards, they trail the use
So we pullin up and shoot in both cars
Pack a nigga like a pack boy
Paint a nigga like Moz-art
Save a nigga life as a kingpin
Oh I defined his ass in the junkyard
Murda shit, I know boy
I ain’t really scared of no boy
Couple homeboys and lil joy
And they all wait me, come home boy
Got bricks all on my finger
Bricks all in my float boat
Ain’t know a nigga pay the low for it
But respect me, I can’t go for it
All my hoes will fly for it
All my niggas would die for it
And I can tell a killer when I see one
You could say Gucci got a eye for it

[Hook]
I might not by you no Mercedes
But I’mma drive your ass crazy
That sucker shit, it don’t phase me
They way she sucking – so amazing
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
That sucker shit just don’t phase me
I’m bout to make a bitch pay me
You take good care of nigga, baby
I’m bout to drive a bitch crazy
 
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06.07.2010
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30.267
"Crazy Things"

"Crazy Things"


[Hook:]
I can em dudes do some crazy things
Felt so good, make her Jackie do some crazy things
Choppa with me, I might do some crazy things
I got yo girlfriend with me, she gon do some crazy things
I got straight A on them 6's, it's some crazy things
It felt so good, it made us now look at yo crazy dreams
I got that gangsta Gucci Mane, that shit amazing man
Ain't never white bitches at my party, it's crazy man

[Verse 1:]
I like to stay down with my ho so now I'm crazy paid
My credit workin, make it up, I'm cashin crazy plates
I'm from the middle of the city like a gravy baby
And I be Fido when they see me, I got crazy flavor
Turn it up so loud nigga, I might wake yo neighbors
Einstein what you sayin? Go bout what it say on the papers
Might move to Oakland just to watch a game of the Raiders
No flexin, they connect this with the dope like the cable
When I go to table you can tell that I'm huntin
My stomach get cravin, it's smellin them hundreds
Can you feelin it comin? I'm not in it for money
And I had to say, I can make a bitch do some crazy things

[Hook:]
I can em dudes do some crazy things
Felt so good, make her Jackie do some crazy things
Choppa with me, I might do some crazy things
I got yo girlfriend with me, she gon do some crazy things
I got straight A on them 6's, it's some crazy things
It felt so good, it made us now look at yo crazy dreams
I got that gangsta Gucci Mane, that shit amazing man
Ain't never white bitches at my party, it's crazy man

[Verse 2:]
Jackie gon slap crazy, my trap is crazy
You'd think this shit was 1980's and I fucked with Ray
I didn't had no daddy to bring the baking soda, brought home the bacon
And if you think you gon put Guwap in then you son is mistakin
I got 200 thousand cash on me, I'm a go to Vegas
And I don't need no fuckin no Jenny crib, my money overweight
I don't even pay the rent cause always overpay
And I overtippin 100's cause I'm Gucci man, I'm rich to stay
I go anywhere I wanna go, I double dare you to try to flap
I'm a have to flake er to because this pussy gon have to come in now
I'm a flip the pack and switch the spots, I know the folks gon run me now
And you can tell me shit bout East Atlanta, bitch I know it's money though

[Hook:]
I can em dudes do some crazy things
Felt so good, make her Jackie do some crazy things
Choppa with me, I might do some crazy things
I got yo girlfriend with me, she gon do some crazy things
I got straight A on them 6's, it's some crazy things
It felt so good, it made us now look at yo crazy dreams
I got that gangsta Gucci Mane, that shit amazing man
Ain't never white bitches at my party, it's crazy man
 
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"Crush"

"Crush"


[Intro:]
What's up my nigga Scooter?
Waka what it do nigga?
You know what it is – Brick Squad
10-17 all day we in here
We work it

[Verse 1:]
My mama say my mansion dirty and I need to clean it up
Listen up, my money dirty, need to clean it up
I wonder how you playin for the house but you ain't clean as us
If I wasn't nominated probably never wear a tux
All white diamond chain, all black tuxedo
Rollin up blunts lookin like torpedos
Gambling in my gambling house like I'm Buzzy Siegel
Gucci Mane got legal minded but I'm still illegal
45 Desert Eagle, I'm a eager keeper
I'll make you meet your maker nigga, I'm a make a mirror
Park my Bentley, fuck the meter bitch cause Gucci's off the meter
And if the popo pull me over probably need a paralegal

[Hook: x2]
Crush, crush, Gucci on crush
I know you got a crush on me, baby don't rush
Half a pint and a purple crush, call that shit a slush
And if you really love me baby you'll let me fuck yo buddies

[Verse 2:]
Yo butt is fine I be fascinated by it
If that's yo way to by glancing all night
She glancing at me back, we throwin up racks
Cartier glasses, Cartier watch
Versace belt, I should've bought to Bentleys
Callin up they careless, I'm losin my balance
I can't keep balance, I took er to the mall
We bought 10 Louie bags, it wasn't no challenge
I got 2 stingers in the studio, they doin alright
Gucci jumped out the limo when the cameras start flashin
Paparazzi chasin me and I'm a try to lose em
Use em, lose em but I'm gon refuse em

[Hook: x2]
Crush, crush, Gucci on crush
I know you got a crush on me, baby don't rush
Half a pint and a purple crush, call that shit a slush
And if you really love me baby you'll let me fuck yo buddies
 
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"Cutters"
(feat. Plies)

"Cutters"
(feat. Plies)



[Verse 1:]
Y'all niggas
It's some peep squeeze P weeze
Little league JV
We ball, B ball
Your small ball T ball
Pissy yellow jewelry pussy don't piss me off
Sever a nigga head, I'll cover nigga feet off
I'm rolled on like a dictionary when I take my shirt off
Down with the 18 mister TM Murtaugh
I'm the owner and stop playing nigga don't make me pull the hole out
I'm the MVP in new LeBron's
They told em, bring the mo out
Well champion this yo pinky ring and this fire here won't go out
Grab my shotgun, all you hoods pink
You think I'm doing it to get out
Run with my little bad bitch in my Bentley with my dick out
RIP to double D but try Gucci, I'll pull the stick out

[Hook:]
2 AK's - that's a hundred shots (cutters cutters)
See me roll drums, they shoot hundred buns (cutters cutters)
My AR – it got my connects (cutters cutters)
Man 4-5 – that's her Berkin clutch (cutters cutters)
Man this mack man it could flip a truck (cutters cutters)
Five crystal fingers and they blow you up (cutters cutters)
We gonna be OG's when we's growing up (cutters cutters)
Now them OG's ain't even tough as us (cutters cutters)

[Verse 2: Plies]
I'm fucking RnB hoes nigga the rest of these year
And I ain't wrong none of them hoe 'cause they ain't nothing on shit
It ain't a nigga I ain't done shot, a nigga that ain't hit
It ain't a nigga that done lived to say took my shit.
I'm tired of the motherfuckers askin why I ain't at the awards
'Cause I ain't trying to be around that many pussies at once
Plus they searchin at the do' which means that I ain't gone
In fact done get it with the Glock homie that I ain't Sean
Guwop hit me and he told me that he need me on a song
I told if he putting a fuck nigga on it don't send me the song
Everybody playin real until the weapons in drawn
And when them cutters come out that when the bitch go to Sean

[Hook:]
2 AK's - that's a hundred shots (cutters cutters)
See me roll drums, they shoot hundred buns (cutters cutters)
My AR – it got my connects (cutters cutters)
Man 4-5 – that's her Berkin clutch (cutters cutters)
Man this mack man it could flip a truck (cutters cutters)
Five crystal fingers and they blow you up (cutters cutters)
We gonna be OG's when we's growing up (cutters cutters)
Now them OG's ain't even tough as us (cutters cutters)
 
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"Cuttin' Off Fingaz"

"Cuttin' Off Fingaz"


[Intro]
Geah [echoes], Gucci [echoes]
Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah
(A lot of niggaz thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci)
(But, guess what, we here, we sellin units)
(We doin real big AND we eatin, the whole plate)
The whole fuckin plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman in this shit, we want all the fuckin money man
We get all the money, independent where it's at man
I'ma tell y'all independents like this
If you want the blueprint to this shit, watch Gucci Mane

Gucci overdooz it, does it, the boy's perfect
Neck piece flooded, it's color scattered and covered
I'm worth nine hundred God damn I spent a hundred
But that's rap money, when trappin that cash nothin
I'm internet surfin, tourin grillin and turfin
Speedboat racin, jet skiing and golfin
Crazy color Jordans, same color the ballin
Bitch I bet up on it, I'm rich my dear regardless
Shrimp scampi odor every time I flaunt chick
Trap nigga conversate, with a Harvard smart bitch
I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton
Cartoon jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
Paid twenty grand just to get every stone set

[Chorus]
Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit
Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (blaow)
Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (blaow)
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do
We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers
Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous
But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangaz
I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangaz!

I'm shittin on these rappers like I'm wearin a Pamper
I'm sittin on five hundred cause I got it together
Niggaz never try niggaz that set examples
I'ma eat a shawty sunnyside or the scramble
The port of Miami, to the streets of my 'lanta
The pinkie with the light stone match your encounter
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, they call me Gucci Montana
I'm Boston, Georgia, Florida, Macon, Tampa and 'Bama
My Mississipi niggaz feel me harder than Banner
Haters see my video they switchin the channel
Gucci got pieces, shawty go get'cha camera
And Gucci time is money bitch, so go get it faster
Cause I could give a damn about your father's a pastor
Because I smoke your father then yo' ass is a bastard
Gucci smokin weed, so you know he's a hazard
Money's on my mind, bitches don't really matter

[Chorus]

My money so big it can't fit in my matress
Devil bought the actress cause I signed with Atlantic
One fifty cursin while trappin in Spanish
Forty in my pocket turn yo' head to some Manwich
Boss of your boss man, I push the Porsches
My million dollar chain got me feelin important
Jumped off early and copped me a fort
Major moves with money like the (King of New York)
Gucci go and get it while them hoes get abortions
Shittin on a bitch, take a piss on they Jordans
Rappers want promotion, Gucci Mane want the package
The scale in the bag, bitch pay me on the back end
Hamiltons and Washingtons, Franklins and Jacksons
Trapper never trip, I just added the fractions
New bitch waggin, brand new mansion
And everything designer from my jeans to my glasses

[Chorus]
 
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"Cyeah"
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne)

"Cyeah"
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Do you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit
I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch
When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift
Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]
I'm a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill
Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth
40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him
Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit
My wheels big, they deep dish
Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish
See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you
Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest
And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too
All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch
Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit
For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute
Did he just say that? Yes I did
Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like
Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it
Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'
Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't
Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stay in line ho
Yeah, get your mind right bitch
Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy
And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy
My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies
Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie
I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder
Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter
Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake
Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake
And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape
I'm like 5'6", dick 7'8"

[Hook x2]
 
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"Da Gun"
(feat. Cash Out & Waka Floka)

"Da Gun"
(feat. Cash Out & Waka Floka)



[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You keep talkin' that shit, muhfucka
You'll make me mad, I'm a get my cutter
Get my M16, my Mack 11, my K, I'm a call my brother
Matter fact, I don't need no 'nother
Nigga, I ain't even gotta call my brother
This lil chopper gon' take care of all that drama
17, I don't need no mother
I got pain, I killed the pen and I killed the paint job
Rocket launcher, crazy gun like in Super Contra
Kangaroo pouch with the strap, it's down on the nat
Satellite dish, turtle top though, cowabunga
Got them black shades, can't see shit, Stevie Wonder
And I'll shoot a nigga in his shit, you better run, bruh
"Gucci got a gun, he 'bout to click, better run swift"
I just wanna shoot, don't wanna hit, got a four fifth
My niggas'll shoot yo' ass for shit, that like 4-6
Mac 11, don't keep it at home, got it right here

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Bag full of guns, let me pick out one
Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come
Who wanna war? Let come, bet the game begun
Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun
Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun
Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun!

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
.38s,.45s, Glock 9s, pistol in my hand, I don't do the waistline
Heart all black, Akon, how you gettin' money but can't make bond?
Silencers on the chopsticks, Avon - I got a lot of guns
Big guns like Contra that'll shell shock you like Blanka
Shooter save a shooter, I'm a top shotter
Waka Flocka Flame, I got the juice, partner
Low jolt the gun, that's the anaconda
Fuck the law until they free my partner
Chopper kick like Liu Kang, free Poo Tang, who who bang?
You real then I'm recruitin', you a dead man with' that FN in my hand
Don't fuck with' niggas, Ku Klux Klan, get love all in the Motherland
Make ya best friend kill you for the bands, get love all in Rosecrans
Got a Mack 10, AK, SK,.223, 3 throwaways, that's a 40, real P-Funk
Slow him down like a speed bump, the barrel pump, Elmer Fudd
Whoever thugs, I'll leave ya slumped, show you no love
I'm shinin' hard, Michael Jackson glove
Brick Squad, there's too many guns, shoot for fun, just because
Kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, Squad!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ca$h Out]
Ca$h Out got a gun, put ya hands up
They say they want war, put ya bands up
I buy these niggas' partners, make 'em hit they mans up
And these niggas snitchin', that's why they takin' a stand, bruh
Jewels 'round my neck, ridin' by myself
Pistol on my hip just in case a nigga wanna trip
And I don't need no crew
Them the niggas that's snitchin' on you
Just a couple real niggas 'round me
Who don't give a fuck about you, ooh
These niggas know I hang around them shottas
Only comin' for ya medulla oblongata
Wanna see yo' noodles, love eatin' pasta
(I'm on the phone with' Mac A Zoe, he put me on the roster)
Yeah, we talkin' crazy, in Miami in a rari with' them Haitians
Shit, I just talk it how I live it
Probably that's the reason why I party at Liv, rich nigga shit

[Hook]
 
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"Damn Shawty"
(feat. Young Snead)

"Damn Shawty"
(feat. Young Snead)



[Intro/Chorus: Young Snead]
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggaz mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

[Gucci Mane]
Gucci finally made it, niggaz player hated
When I hit the club I got twenty G's to play with
Bitch I'm the brick man, ballin like a rich man
Sippin on this syrup got me leanin like a kickstand
Recognize the pimpin, feel the real attention
Laflare Entertainment, I'm playin my position
Waitin on the bitches, holla at the bitches
Never worked for Church's but I served a lot of chickens
Got a lot of G's so I do a little trickin
Hoe take this lil' money bitch and go on about ya business
Every day is Christmas, every night is Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout to pimp shit, lobster steak and shrimp shit
Big Cat, Laflare, you try and get your wig split

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
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 hot? Youse a God damn liar
Why ask why? Niggaz go Bud Dry
A case of Cristal and a black fo'-five
Hoes in the club like "Who is that guy?
Drinkin Cristal throwin money in the sky?"
His fit so sharp and his wheels so large
The rims keep spinnin but the car stay parked
Fo' bedroom with the two car garage
Gucci just copped, nigga I ain't got a flaw
Wet paint job and the automatic start
Semi-automatic if you try to play hard
Gucci Mane Montana, from East Atlanta
Bitch the diamonds in my chain same color bananas
Uhh

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
 
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