Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Mouth Full Of Gold"
(feat. Birdman)

"Mouth Full Of Gold"
(feat. Birdman)



It's Gucci, two times, Gucci, Gucci
Please pardon me but I'm passin gas
To my entourage, no gas masks
I'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag
With my Georgia ass and my red flag
I'm g'd up from the feet up
In my black van wit my feet up
And the blinds down and the beat up
Short bad bitch with the seat up
You know me, from the old me
On John screen with the [?],
I was low key, at hb,
Now I'm 3d, come face me
I went toe to toe with the best of 'em
I bust shots at the rest of 'em
Don't test me, no tester
I rape you, like Chester

I'm a rich ass nigga you bitch ass nigga,
You [?] so snitch ass nigger
Work to the game feel some to the fame
Wear enough on me in this quick nigga
I'ma tell you twice, cause it's Gucci two times
Fuck your clique and fuck your wife
If you got drama nigga, you can meet me outside
Get your head bust wide for your old man's pride

Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
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Platinum in my mouth bitch
Shoot you in your face, shit
Uptown gangsta bitch, 100 million dollar shit
All this money ain't shit, livin how we live it bitch
Redid my grill nigga, platinum to that gold shit
High price, high life, do this shit every night
Shoot the dice, pay the price
Priceless when we roll them die
Get it how we get it bitch
Flip that nigga been flippin them bricks
500 things me and Gucci gonna split that shit
50 in banana clips, twist someone we split your shit
Brand new Ferraris, Bugattis when we shinin bitch
Lord rich gang nigga, we got them rangs nigga
Flippin them things nigga, ready to bang nigga

Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
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I wear red shoes in my black car
I'm talkin slick like a rap star
I'm walkin slick like a trap star
Rich young G with gold teeth
A triple black cat just crossed my path
But its a 4 door jaguar
They put me in this game I put you lames back at the snack bar
I'm black as hell but I'm rich as well
Got 3 dime pieces at the hotel
I'm goin hard, they blowin hard
I'm strapped up, no body guards
I pull your card, told you disregard
I'm goin dumb but I'm thinkin smart
But if you try my squad Ill hide the body parts
Gotta send a shout out to the boulevard
Gotta send a shout out to bankhead
Gotta give a salute to cambelton
When I pull up in that yellow thing
Thin pockets like I just been gambling
I put 100k in my grill shawty
thats the way that I feel shawty
ice cream on my favorite chain
cause thats the life that I live shawty.

Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
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[fox69]

"Mr. Clean The Middle Man"

"Mr. Clean The Middle Man"


I'm thinkin' back when a nigga got his first car
"How you get that? You ain't even have a job"
Fight about that, and don't worry 'bout that
It's the same way that a nigga got his first charge
Thinkin' way back so I'm thinkin' real hard
Sellin' hard hard at Econo Lodge
Bought my first pistol and I knocked my first broad
First nigga run up, head get knocked off
Bought a .38 just in case shit pop off
Like a 'vert', I'ma take your top off
Brick Squad CEO, bitch I'm a mob boss
.44 bulldog, million dollar drop off
If I ever get this drop I'ma start lookin' shots
Tell the cops I'm just another nigga from the block
You can gamble with your life like a lady at the slots
You can plot 'til you pop and your clock get stopped
You were flexin' what you got, now your head got a dot
You're the nigga in the paper that they're readin' about
Police still ain't connected the dots
Drug [?] at the house
Take me to the safe cause I'm cleanin' it out
Hundred bricks what I've been dreamin' about
Slap you with the [?], see the blood and the snot
Laced up 'til your hands tied in a knot

 

[fox69]

"Mrs. Perfect"

"Mrs. Perfect"


[Intro:]
Bad bitches, yo, what's happenin'?
My nigga C-Note on the beat, cut this shit up for me dawg
C-Note, cut it off, please
Please cut it off loud
Skinny waist, big butt, I been standin' where's the big blow

[Hook:]
She got slim waist and a pretty face, she perfect
Two bad bitches, a double date, and they perfect
Why you broke niggas all in her face, she allergic
Big Guwop call me Mr. Perfect, well Mrs. Perfect
Why, Mrs. Perfect!
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Got an onion booty, stanka walkin', she Perfect
Her boyfriend work for lotta millions, you know she perfect

[Verse 1:]
Mr. Perfect, I drop mine on purpose
If the bitch picky, hope the bitch deserve it
If a nigga picky the ones, the nigga worthless
Lay that monkey shit off, this squad is not a circus
Gucci man have new Jersey drive, my 2-85 on the surface
Surf round-town with the surface, she suckin' on me like a Shlerpy
Niggas don't even wanna serve me
How you scree niggas scared to get dirty
Got a birthday bag for my big D-cup, all rich and the bitch still workin'
Said 100 niggas wanna murk me but I carve a nigga like a turkey
Syrup go when I walk in, now a bad bitch start flirting
Border Chris alarm and they need to [?] my Jersey
I came up in the slums and now the bad bitches jump me

[Hook:]
She got slim waist and a pretty face, she perfect
Two bad bitches, a double date, and they perfect
Why you broke niggas all in her face, she allergic
Big Guwop call me Mr. Perfect, well Mrs. Perfect
Why, Mrs. Perfect!
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Got an onion booty, stanka walkin', she Perfect
Her boyfriend work for lotta millions, you know she perfect

[Verse 2:]
Gucci man, I'm a trouble, B, I get up three barrel stock a piece
On my hoe like Pappadeaux, on his hoe like Applebee
Don't mix me up with no waffle nigga
But you can serve me some waffle weed
That good Keep, that OG
For that blue dream you commission me
If it's a bad bitch, don't talk to her
You can fool her but you can't fool me
Got a fake chain and a fake ring
I know that [?]
A quarter mill on one ring, I know that Gucci crazy
Pink champagne for my bootain, she a bad bitch know she don't trade me
Last night mane with heart mane we might just have a baby
So wasted, drank a whole pint, gonna name my new son Guane
This bitch, mane, she insane, gon' drive that bitch more crazy
You perfect, she perfect, she bless the day met Gucci

[Hook:]
She got slim waist and a pretty face, she perfect
Two bad bitches, a double date, and they perfect
Why you broke niggas all in her face, she allergic
Big Guwop call me Mr. Perfect, well Mrs. Perfect
Why, Mrs. Perfect!
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Mr. Perfect needs his perfect why Mrs. Perfect
Got an onion booty, stanka walkin', she Perfect
Her boyfriend work for lotta millions, you know she perfect

 

[fox69]

"Mud Musik"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Titi Boy aka 2 Chains)

"Mud Musik"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Titi Boy aka 2 Chains)



[Intro]
Ughh, Flocka! Gucci! 'Rarri, Boyz!
Ay Tity Boi what's happenin mane?
We turnt up mane, shout to the whole city mane
Uhh, uhh, uhh (Brick Squad monopoly)

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Half a pint in my two liter, I just slow sip
This that mud drank, my 'rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up dancin right, hopped out flexin ice
Niggaz'll give they life, just to live my life
Bitches yellin loud, walkin through the crowd
With a triple cup (po' po' po' me up)
'burry game clique, flags in the sky
Walkin through the God I swear to God I'm in the sky
Astronaut high, I'm that guy
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks
I keep mud on standby
Got some real niggaz that you cain't even stand by

[Chorus]
I just slow sip (po' po' po' me up)
Styrofoam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)
This that mud drank, fo' ounces and a one liter
This that mud drank, half a pint in my two liter
(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)
(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)
This that mud music, this that mud drank
Styrofroam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)

[Gucci Mane]
Styrofoam cup we po'n up, Gucci, Flock', blowin up
We so fuckin up, all our foes they be duckin us
I'm a jack boy, you a jackass
You must dress in the dark with yo' tacky ass
I'm Big Gucci, cool guap'
Got 80 grand in my khaki pants
Tity's on the scene, yeah that's my team
BSM yeah that's my scene
I'm a millionaire, that's reality
You want a mill' that's a fuckin dream
I'm on mine, got two nines
Throw my watch in the air to let time fly
I'm DUI, I'm too high
You heard that young nigga I'm too fly
Thugged out young nigga I'm 'bout my bread
Don't want no pussy girl givin me head
We ain't even gotta stop to use the bed
Ay-ain't no need to fuck up the spread
I'm drinkin, I'm thinkin
All the real niggaz we linkin
My Brick Squad all be down on hangin
Sippin lean done got me famous, Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Tity Boi]
Yeah, mud, mud, Gucci!
This that kickstand, campaign
Over they head like an airplane
Brang yo' gurl to the club 'round me
and my niggaz then she fail game
2 Chainz, I'm too much
Every time I fuck I get two nuts
Every time you see me I'm with two sluts
I ain't in or out 'less the Coogi cut
Promethazine, contraband
Told them folks we a country band
Brick Squad, duffle bag
Bunch of knucklehead niggaz sayin "Fuck the feds"
My bread long like Subway, Louis' on, unlazered
And I ain't talkin money when I hit you with this one caper
I need two mo', two liters
I got bass like two speakers
It must be (Do or Die)
cause these niggaz out here "Po' Pimpin"
All we doin is slow sippin
I be on that codeine
I got fo' zips
'Bout to po' it on this ice cream, ughh!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Muddy"
(feat. Young Dolph & Young Scooter)

"Muddy"
(feat. Young Dolph & Young Scooter)



[Hook: Gucci]
Got buddy, my buddy
Goddamn that boy pour muddy
My buddy pour muddy
Goddamn that boy pour muddy
Pour it in - muddy, muddy...
Goddamn that boy pour muddy
Real muddy, that boy pour muddy
Goddamn that boy pour muddy

[Verse 1: Gucci]
I've got a buddy pour the shit real muddy
Goddamn that boy pour muddy
I've got a buddy pour the Sprite real dirty
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn...
I've got a buddy from the country but he think he from the city
He a country shady nigga but the nigga really picky
Drankin' on a pint and it cost a pretty penny
Gucci Mane and Dolph, freshest niggas in the city
All these bosses eat a trap, shoot with the rats
Econoline '99, I was sellin' sacks
Mama threw me out the house and I moved in with Pot
Sleepin' on the floor, I didn't even have a stack

[Hook: Gucci]

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Take a whole 2 litre, pour a whole pint in it
And I'm in the club sleepin' 'cause that lean got me trippin'
And I smoke an ounce with it, plus I'm on the mollies, nigga
Clear crystals keep me up, that lean bring me down, nigga
When we pout it up, it be muddy...
South Memphis, I'm with OG Boo Dirty
I'm on a paper route, I've gotta fuck with Young Dolph
Money, power, ammunition, PeeWee, take 'em off
I call pilots, tell 'em... a thousand pints up
Nigga wanna spend an 80, knowing he a duck
Soon as I left out of court I started pouring up
And we don't pour up red, we pour up purple, bruh

[Hook: Gucci]

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
All I drink is mud...
Take your girl and turn her into my nighttime slut
But we don't hardly ever fuck
I swear I'm scared of that bitch 'cause her pussy too good
Damn, or maybe it could be me
I'm full of syrup, jumped in that pussy and fell asleep
Shit... I can't be doin' this
Go with my pistol in my hand and went and took a piss
Damn... yeah, I've been goin' HAM
Go and ask the streets be, they gon' tell you who I am
Your little sister say she love me
Your baby mama wanna fuck me and my cup extra muddy

[Hook: Gucci]

 

[fox69]

"Murder For Fun"
(feat. Ox)

"Murder For Fun"
(feat. Ox)



[Intro: Ox]
Ital, original Don Dada say
The motherfuckin saga just begun
WARNING! Warning, cinder boots
Sunk in the mud, I am

[Chorus: Ox]
(Killin, killin, killin) The original, WAR! So
Kill dem pussy, we kill dem fi fun
Killin a pussy, we kill dem fi fun
Killin pussy, we kill dem fi fun
Send a man, no mind our business or die tonight
Or tell him ass again that 'im end soon come
Before 'im come, mi Gucci Mane come
Before 'im come, de Don Dada come
When we come, it's a battle gun come
Pussy gwan see we, and started to run
But - nowhere to 'ide, me-say nowhere to run
Infrared light might dead 'pon we gun
See 'im place the spot them a dead 'im fall down so
Kill him pussy, we kill dem fi fun
Killin a pussy, kill dem fi fun

[Gucci Mane]
Man I murder fo' fun but my job is never done
From morning morn' to the setting of the sun
Bad men come come, come get murdered for fun
The hundred round drum in my tommy gun
Be a cat in the Hum' I'll cut out your tongue
Me and Ox, man we murder fo' fun
Talk talk bad man, come get murdered fo' fun
The Gucci Mane, man I murder fo' fun
See my momma ain't raised no bitch-ass nigga
Never heard Gucci Mane no snitch-ass nigga
When you dealin with a vet, don't bring a rookie
Tell Young Jeezy that I smell pussy
The top shotter with the Don Dada
The whole hood is a done daddah
M holla to the state of Nevada
Put a hole in your fuckin oblongota pussy

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Big Cat is a Army, better yet a Navy
Try to kill Gucci Mane, bitch it ain't crazy
Tell Jeezy it's a bullet with his name on it
A ten thousand dollar hit, he put my chain on it
Ye ain't heard about it? You ain't seen the news?
Ye ain't read the paper? You fuckin player hater
Bird brain-ass nigga perpetratin the boss
Might think you won one but you really done lost, bitch!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Murder Was The Case"
(feat. Ox from Belly)

"Murder Was The Case"
(feat. Ox from Belly)



[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!!

 

[fox69]

"MVP"
(feat. Jagged Edge)

"MVP"
(feat. Jagged Edge)



Ay yeah boy, ay yeah
Ay yeah boy, ay yeah
Ay Yeah, Ay yeah boy,
Ay Yeah, Ay Yeah boy,
Ay yeah,

[Gucci Mane]
Dirty dancing in my mansion, in my t-shirt and her panties Uh,
Touchin on her fanny, she pretty just like my granny Uh,
Gucci Manes a thug all he do is sell drugs uh,
Once she see me in the club,
Thirty minutes she in love uh,
Your man is a has been,
Gucci past ten,
He an ant I'm an elephant
You should leave him uh,
Middle of the day got her wearin lingerie,
She so fine, she so sexy, she so pretty in the face uh,
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, you suckers make your girl uh,
Damn Imma really make her think Imma bump her uh,
Punchin like a third grader we gonna get in trouble,
Gucci Mane I think I love her
So we sex on top of covers uh,
Went through plenty rubbers uh,
Man this girl got stamina uh,
Sex tapes just like Pamela,
The average dude can't handle her uh,
Solitary carry her uh,
But I don't wanna marry her uh,
Gucci Mane's a bachelor uh,
But baby girl I snatched her up uh,

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She's a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade'em in, she gonna go get my green,
She's my MVP, She's my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
Fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

[Gucci Mane]
Come here baby listen uh,
I just wanna be wit ya,
Sex you on my furniture,
Work it like ya manager uh,
Don't need the kush she fine as uh,
Toughest girl I never would,
Ricky baby, picky who I pick because I'm rich as fuck uh,
Pick you up in Lamborghini's, she pull up in Porsche trucks,
If her husband found about up he'll probly divorce her uh,
Sorry darling my rings on my feet I got a gator problem,
Lizard fetish one thousand on my feet I'm in the Gucci Section,
Gucci Mane be stupid flexin like he got a new connection,
Baby girl so stupid sexy got me with a huge erection,
Hit all that at the intersection,
Tell me if you're interested,
Public sex illegal but I bump you while we get arrested,
Time out, time out, mine out, time out,
Your chick at the steak house,
My right wrist a light house,
Honestly she got a man,
I feel that I'm tryin to punish her,
But she so fine I know she had one but shit Gucci confident uh.

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She's a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade'em in, she gonna go get my green,
She's my MVP, She's my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite, fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

[Gucci Mane]
Gucci world girl come,
Gucci's girls well cut,
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Drumma boy god damn,
So Icey I am, chillin with your girlfriend,
You didnt put a ring on it so your not a husband,
All night lovin,
Naked back rubbin,
Bump and grind and thumping,humping,
Gucci Mane the coach yeah,
Imma crank the club up,
Gucci got your girl toss salad hold ya wish though.

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She's a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade'em in, she gonna go get my green,
She's my MVP, She's my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite, fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

 

[fox69]

"My Chain"

"My Chain"


[Chorus:]
My chain my chain dont you like my chain mane young gucci mane and I'm poppin off the chain mane and my jacob is so fruity call me gucci mane or you call me gucci gucci

I came to da club just to floss my chain mane catched another charge and I'm going to the chain gang oh I think I'm icy sold a hundred thou eating bologna selling white streaks dont you see how bright it is city girls and country girls be telling me how tight it is these girls they be choosey diamonds be so sparkly they think my chain was moving my chain is off the chain stacked up me some money budged it off and bought a chain check the way my chain hang gucci I dont gang bang all I do is chain swang

[Chorus x2]

Gucci you be shining gucci you be shining man gone turn me on dog tell me who your chain man my girlfriend acting lame she say I'm acting different just because I got this chain haters get your hating on when they see them yellow stones holla at cha later on my chain hang to my shoe string like my watch and ring but I know you love my chain my chain hang to my ding-a-ling I do my thug thing when I'm in the club mane when you heard so icy you thought of gucci mane I got that stupid money so I bought a stupid chain

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"My Customer"
(feat. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo)

"My Customer"
(feat. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo)



[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 1:]
Gucci man, I'm coming through customs, and bills I'm busting 'em
Shout out to my momma, I love her, I got my money out
Niggas, they be hayley discussing, yo, where yo money, yo?
How you think Gucci Mane owe you, man, you ain't frontin', nigga
Gucii Mane not take pro'lem, you just a customer
Niggas neva thought we would make it, man, they don't fuck wid us
Juice Man brought a ton of pro'lems, 'partment full of baking bottles
We keep looking out the glasses, like we playn cops and robbers
But fuck the coppers, and fuck the robbers
It's Big Guap, yo, pusha man, I saw your problems
Look, I dunno who's looking at you wid binoculars
Alright in the phobia, four drop spiders goo up in the fight, yo

[Hook:]
If yo daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 2:]
Cause you hanging with a yung nigga, gulping on a wrist fish
Gallup on them on my draws, ain't leave until they ain't love
Gramy sent me freezin', man, they hardly hit 'em, bitch gon' swole
Man on block, he had it here, man don't serve a clash here
Where's that 39 shit? Full of ghiddy detail
Fish scale got my phone, ring it?! Ring ring, my lil' bling it?!
All these bitches on me feenin'. Fucking money, they on my penis?!
On the road to squeeze money, world wide, nigga, we feenin'
(You a customer coming back? Shit, I got it fo' sale)

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse 3:]
I got it on my own, uncle got it at the bowl, possing stowe
To the low, you know everytime us go. Hustling hoe, the trap don't roll
It's outta control, everything is served
Coming through it, instead of making plays, right?
I don't sip absurd!
They dealin', they dealin', they dealin'
The trap bugs, they gon' make a killin'
Got money all under the matrice
And hundreds, they all in the ceiling
I'm fucking now all of the' bitches
I'm make 'em do all of me business
I make 'em make all of my playz
I make 'em do all of my dealin'

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer