Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Outta Control"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Jeremih, Drama)

"Outta Control"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Jeremih, Drama)



[Verse 1: x2]
Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly
You a damn liar
I stayed higher than a fucking flyer
You stay up like gun powder
Shawty lock on like a plier
She OC she crazy, her shoe game is amazing
And a bad game is blazing
Put some days in with the stray in
I flew her in for the weekend
Can't even remember where we began
But I hope that the shit don't end
She so cool she bring friends
Matthew shoe, crystalline dance
We lock him but we spiked out
Got a course seen that you sparkle in
King of every day like Jet Li
Ten I'm a change like Mr.T
We the real 3 no mistery
Only bang on the baby she missing me
Tell her boyfriend is history
Beat the pussy up no sympathy
On the highway to the drive way
Well it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me

[Hook:]
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control, she-she outta control
She outta control, she-she outta control
She outta control

[Verse 2:]
What's your name, ceao hey
Where you from, up
You fine as hell,
Your skin tone is honey bun
Like a basketball
We can do this one on one
I gotta love Jones
I'm the rest hey, see get along
She page calling my booty phone
She need me, won't be alone
Say her old boyfriend's at
Cheating on Bambino
And so now on hold she calling
She at me, she fallin'
Page mistakes she stay too long
My bubble with no brakes out of control
Brakes out of control

[Hook:]
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control, she-she outta control
She outta control, she-she outta control
She outta control

[Verse 3:]
She outta control, she on the Patrone
She told me that she love me
I said I love you more
I gotta end my sweet, I said sup, my swag
You call it face time, I call it ipad
She be running through my mind, 40 on cash
I'm the type to fire new crib in old glass
I'm the type to fire new car in all cash
Potato I'm a mash I like girls with an ass on

[Hook:]
She ain't the little girl I used to know
Got in the body got them beating in the soul
I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go
Headed for destruction and everybody know
She outta control

 

[fox69]

"P.A.M."

"P.A.M."


[Into: Gucci Mane]
This for them freaky girls
Nasty Bitch
Yeah I like squirters, spitters
It's Gucci! (huh)
Where the freaks at? (yeah)
1017 we payin for pussy (huh)
It's guwop!

Huh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yo bitch is turnt up (turnt)
I smoke an ounce now I'm burnt out (burnt)
2000 bags I'm passin swag out (swag)
Yo girl so bad she got her ass out (swag)
So baby girl can I fuck you in the ass
I'm just askin don't make me laugh
Out yo ass, into yo friends mouth
Do that make me nasty?
I need to take some molly cause this lean ain't gon make me laugh
They act like my body a magazine, they readin all my tats
Church girl family think she good
She the worst girl
Can't forget my first girl
Turnt me out my nose girl
Damn you got some good pussy
Remind me of my old girl
First full of hair, I'm killin that shit from the back girl

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Fist full of hair
I'm diggin in you from the back girl
I turned her out and now she give good pussy ass and mouth girl
Said she didn't like girls
Now she wanna dike girl
Said that she didn't suck niggas
Now she suck dick like a white girl
Fist full of hair
I'm diggin in you from the back girl
I turned around and now she give good pussy ass and mouth girl
Said she didn't like girls
Now she wanna dike girl
Said that she didn't suck niggas
Now she suck dick like a white girl

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'm at the red light on my bike
2 dikes pulled up to my right
Made them trail me
To the markee
Marriott we fucked all night
If yo bitch fine I just might
Turn yo bitch out the first night
Gave her 500 for the night
But you made that yo wife
16th she turnt me out
Head so good now I can't lie
Ion back pages cause I'm turnt out
And I need somebody to help me out
I got 3 freaks at my house
3 freaks on my couch
Come out her pussy
And go in her ass
Come out her ass
Then go in her mouth
Fuck you outside in the yard and make the neighbors call the law
Man I'm fuckin like a rabbit
But I'm make love to the choppa
I'm gettin head while sippin lean
And bussin guns cause I'm a star
I turnt her out
Her bobbies out
And this ain't even Mardi Gras

Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci]
Fist full of hair
I'm diggin in you from the back girl
I turned around and now she give good pussy ass and mouth girl
Said she didn't like girls
Now she wanna dike girl
Said that she didn't suck niggas
Now she suck dick like a white girl
Fist full of hair
I'm diggin in you from the back girl
I turned around and now she give good pussy ass and mouth girl
Said she didn't like girls
Now she wanna dike girl
Said that she didn't suck niggas
Now she suck dick like a white girl

 

[fox69]

"Pablo"
(feat. E-40)

"Pablo"
(feat. E-40)



[Intro:]
Just about anybody who used cocaine in the 90s and 80s was using Pablo Escobar's product.
Escobar was probably the most violent, the most ferocious criminal that has ever lived.

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Money stacked up like Pablo
Peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo

Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo

Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo
21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco
Peso, euro, all about dinero
Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo
Guwop, call me Pablo
Box-load of bricks with a bar code
I could cook a dude something with a blindfold
Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed
Pablo life, got them Pablo prices
And I'm keeping steady, so I'm Pablo icy
And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it
El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
It's silver or lead. Yeah, that's my motto
Young Scooter, my vato
Ferrari, my auto
Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lotto

[Hook]

[Verse 2: E-40]
Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pillsbury big biscuits
7 .62s, and 5 .56s
Telling is prohibited, snitches witness
Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear
You probably want to mind your business
Act like you can't see or hear
A-tisket, a-tasket
Now the fuck nigga in the casket
My money stretch like elastic
Serving that tragic magic
That nasal candy, that nostril dust
You don't really want to go to war with us
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks
Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa)
Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach)
Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang)
She let me hit it we ain't even have to mingle (game)
All up in her panties like a single
Put it down like I'm Mandingo (beat 'em)
Having my chips like Reno (feddy)
Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers)
If you're ready already, then you ain't gotta get ready
I'm out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my fetti
Hoping the law don't catch me grittin' out here pushing that white
Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes
I'm a thug from the mud, I've got the block in my blood
I'll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds
Down and dirty bout mine, I'll put some cheese on your thoughts
Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
My big brother, the dope man
5 straps like Bruh Man
It's Pablo and the pimp man
Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam
Fuck niggas be like "aw man"
Cause we young niggas and we getting it
And y'all niggas is jealous
Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit
I say yes, nigga, indeed
I dress better than I read
Shine gold teeth when I chief
Pick your eyes up when I speak
Got that big ranch, real horses
Y'all niggas blue cheese
Only talk big money, with real niggas
Y'all niggas too cheap
Pablo!

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Escobar did not fear Colombian authorities, but he did fear American justice, and American prisons.
When he could not get the law changed, to keep him from being brought to trial in the U.S., he tried to kill the lawmakers.

 

[fox69]

"PacMan"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"PacMan"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhh
It's Gucci (Flocka) Flocka!!
(BRR) Ferrari Boyz in the building
Vrooom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom
Catch up!!

[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]
Everybody know I got a sack man
I got the whole hood shoppin when the pack in
You never mix business, with new friends
All black Benz, you can call it Pac-Man

[Waka Flocka Flame]
25 to 10, 9 and the fo'-five on me (pop pop pop pop)
I don't need no co-D, do it by my lonely
(CB4) gangsters, man they so (Gusto)
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me demon
Triple cup styrofoam, I sip lean man
Straight slow slippin, man my finger itchy
I been rappin for three years man I need a mission
Young boys on that Grove Street man they trappin hard
Hit the club, 50 deep, fuck a bodyguard
They say Waka Flocka, always startin riots
Get money good, motherfuck a dyin

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I'm the Pac-Man, but it's not Adam Jones
Bitch it's Gucci Mane, double cup my styrofoam
I'm on it like I want it, I make you think your house was on it
I got blocks, plus everybody in here want it
Me and Wak' Flock', come from the block, straight drop a whole block
Chop it up then serve the block, call it hip-hop
Pac-Man with bags of loud and bags of kush I'm bankin
I just got, 'bout 50 in, and I broke 'em down to onions
I'm servin, or splurgin, you snitchin, you workin
I drop off, on purpose, yo' cook-ups, are worthless
I'm searchin, who's lurkin, you jerkin, I'm turfin
I just got the pack in, so call me to purchase

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pancakes"
(feat. 8Ball, Waka Flocka Flame)

"Pancakes"
(feat. 8Ball, Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Yahhhhhhh, it's Gucci!
Birds, go!
Birds, it's Dirty, Birds
It's Gucci

[Gucci Mane]
I'm an East Atlanta rider
You gon' fuck around and get ya whole clique tied up
My brain fried; I'm on the skull of the Impala
I'm high on kush, it's 'bout my money mixed with power
So keep it brief
Nigga, two hundred thousand in the fleece
Pistols, two hundred twenty on the dash
System, I pull off it look like a flash
Picture, cheeeeeese!
I got the 24's, those 74 for 2's
When you was on the stage, Gucci was on the news
But bitch don't pity me, I look like Mr. T
I pimp like Soulja Slim, but I think I'm Eazy-E
It's Gucci

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes
I touched down with hash browns and serve 'em with the pancakes
Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes
Got flapjacks, hash browns and syrup in my crack space
Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes
I touched down with hash browns and serve 'em with the pancakes
Patty cake, patty cake, I serve you niggaz pancakes
Flapjacks, hash browns and syrup in my crack space
It's Gucci

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm the young nigga all the old head love dawg (FLOCKA!)
I ain't lettin shit slide, this ain't baseball (BRICK SQUAAAD!)
Banned in 45 states cause I'm too real
Waka Flocka like a Gucci album, I'm hard to kill
I don't think they fuckin with me whether I'm locked dead or in jail
I'm from Clayon County, Riverdale so I'm supposed to give 'em hell
I'm aware the grass got snakes, I'm aware they gon' hate
You too late, I'll be damned you take this dinner off our plate
Dirty Birds, Dirty Birds, twenty-one gun salute and got killed
It's Bankhead Brick Squad out in U.K., these niggaz ain't fuckin with me
Mob up off that run day, SK's, AK's
Throwaways I let that triple up like {?} triple beam we crackin

[Chorus]

[8Ball]
Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka and ya boy big Ball
Hard from the start; I ain't never been no fuckin lame
Here I go with Waka Flocka, here I go with Gucci Mane
One of a kind - that Memphis 10 runnin through my bloodstream
Ghetto superstar - man them hood bitches love me
Cup full of that ol' purple drank, pullin on some of that stanky dank
Pocket full of Benny Frank and bitch, what the fuck you thank?
45 hollowheads in my stout, yellow purt{?}
I hope one of these ol' bitch bitch-ass niggaz don't cross that line and get hurt
Money what we came to get, money what we represent
You ain't talkin 'bout shit if you ain't talkin 'bout gettin it
Hard hustle never fold, forever I will be cold
Forever I will be big Ball, mouth full of gold

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Paper"

"Paper"


[Partial Hook - Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing that major
Gotta eat for the water extendo, like bally bally water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the VI-, don't I look so icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari's
My Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya
When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga

[Full Hook - Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

[Verse 2 - Chief Keef:]
They like Sosa, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
Make One Call Send A Stain That’s Caper Problem
Caper Gone Pull That K
Run in your house, where your safe
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin'
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around
And meet his daddy
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck with is fatties
Boy hope you ready
Coming real hard like the G that's after the 'a'in spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie
Walked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me

[Full Hook - Gucci Mane]

 

[fox69]

"Paper Problems"
(feat. Young Thug & Peewee Longway)

"Paper Problems"
(feat. Young Thug & Peewee Longway)



I paid for it, I paid for it
I paid for it, I paid for it

And I'd pay, I don't give a damn
I paid for it
If you were a real mate, I'd stay for it
No problem about it, I'd pay for it

She wanna flirt with me
Ain't no problem, cause I'm not cheap
I got money, I'm not weak, I give a
I got the money, I buy some
Call your friend and let's try some
Like girls and boys that we trust
[?] ain't got to catch an eye to embrace
If you ain't a virgin, don't be scared
Cause I ain't the one who pushes your cherry
It's Gucci Mane and I hear him poppin'

I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it

I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems

I ain't got paper problems, I ain't got paper problems

I really ain't got paper problems
And I don't want to talk about it here
I ain't really have paper problems
No scheme, this is already what I've got
Let the world, let the world, now give me the dollar
Where's your honesty?
You know we have to share an opinion
I got some more on my knees
If you ain't got paper, nigga
You ain't seeing straight, my nigga

I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it
I ain't got paper problems
If it weren't for the night, I'd stay for it

I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems
I ain't really have paper problems, I ain't really have paper problems

 

[fox69]

"Parking Lot"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"Parking Lot"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[DJ Holiday:]
You know the voice, you know the name nigga
DJ Holiday, Commission god, mixtape king, whatever you want to call me nigga
Just don't call me broke, I made a million off [?] nigga you know that
[?] This nigga gon' do when he gets back

[Gucci Mane:]
All red Bentley with the shoes, what you lil' boys got to prove
Jimmy Choo [?] boots, and my glasses Jimmy too
Y'all young boys y'all better move, Gucci Mane got shooters too
[?] how my diamonds do, and I'm sittin' on 22's
Smokin' like Snoop Lion, I'm not lyin', man we fuck with Snoop
Higher than a giant, I'm not lyin', Pee Wee past the booth
I treat this dough like food, I hula-hoop producer cut the soup
I got mad at the world so I said fuck the world and fuck the room
I cross the country, [?] cross you over alley-oop
A private plane with Gucci Mane, these hoes high as the altitude
RIP to Eazy-E cause them boys was my favorite crew
RIP to Pimp C, cause UGK still my favorite group

[Gucci Mane:]
Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop
I'm a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot
I'm a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot
Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot
I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot
I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot
Ball, ball, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot
I just kept the mall, I shed down the parking lot

[Snoop Dogg:]
Smack a ho and turn around, work her from the parking lot
Give her all she ever need, I see you around the clock
Never let her tell me no, keep her on that main track
Baby got that bang bang, My nigga Gucci Mane back
Makin' money, talkin' shit, is all a nigga wanna do
Plenty bitches in the club, waitin' to see what I'ma do
Roll it up, and pour it out, drink that shit until it fall
Don't matter, smoke shatter, blowin' money at the mall
Cake batter, hundred stacks
We just making flapjacks
If we blow it all, don't matter my nigga
We gon' make that shit right back
Floatin' like a submarine
Flying like a G6
Gucci called the Lion, cause he know I keep that G-shit

[Gucci Mane:]
Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop
I'm a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot
I'm a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot
Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot
I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot
I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot
Ball, ball, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot
I just kept the mall, I shed down the parking lot

[DJ Holiday:]
Thank y'all for comin' out, god bless
Good night, DJ Holiday Guwap
I know you missed this shit
I appreciate each and everyone of y'all for ridin' with the team, nigga
We gone live forever, Zone 6 forever nigga, East Atlanta forever
My nigga Guwop is a god nigga, and I'm a king
We kill 'em

 

[fox69]

"Party Animal"

"Party Animal"


[Intro]
Yeah....
Wasted....
Party....
Its Gucci....

[Chorus]
Double dueces on the back, 21's on the front
Got the engine in the back, and the trunk is in the front (vroom)
In the back of the club, now I'm smoking on a blunt (wow)
Club packed to capacity, I'm parked right in the front (its Gucci)
From the front to the back, like a zoo (Party Animal) (Wasted)
Wanna ball with me baby, what it do (Party Animal) (Yeaah)
Shes a man eater, baby girls a cannibal (Party Animal) (Party [4x])
I'm a party animal, shes a party animal (Gucci)

[Verse 1]
I'm a party animal, used to be a trafficker
bricks tucked on the bus, call me the road manager (skirt,skirt)
200 thousand cash, I'm might put that in a challenger (wow)
To only ride on moreland, cause thats my east atlanta car (damn)
See first I brought you Juiceman, then I brought you Flocka Flame (yeah)
Gucci Mane the boss mane, but you call call me ice mane (burrr [5x])
My automall's an animal, true religion ??
95 air max, I just bought them from south dekalb
Baby crazy looking at me cause I got a stupid bag (stupid)
Bet mamas a cannibal, know she want a louie bag
I wipe my sweat with gucci rags, blow my nose with stupid stacks
80 for a show so I wipe my ass with 50 racks

[Chorus]
Double dueces on the back, 21's on the front
Got the engine in the back, and the trunk is in the front (vroom)
In the back of the club, now I'm smoking on a blunt (wow)
Club packed to capacity, I'm parked right in the front (its Gucci)
From the front to the back, like a zoo (Party Animal) (Wasted)
Wanna ball with me baby, what it do (Party Animal) (Yeaah)
Shes a man eater, baby girls a cannibal (Party Animal) (Party [4x])
I'm a party animal, shes a party animal (Gucci)

[Verse 2]
I'm riding through the EA, smoking on a Elway
I fuck with them the long way, but I don't ride with passengers
2 seater, road eater, my car is a cannibal
Just ate up the parking lot, car show I'm the champion
Drop my top for Eazy E, Pimp C, B.I.G.
Left Eye, Souja Slim, 2pac, Rest in peace
But I'm a pop a bottle for my niggas doin calendars
Roll a bag of cannibus, they got this shit from Canada
Shawty got her nose up, like she Ms. America
I don't like siddity bitches, I like party animals (Tramp)
Fuck her like a dog, yeah I freak her like a animal
she eat me like a cannibal, she such a party animal

[Chorus]
Double dueces on the back, 21's on the front
Got the engine in the back, and the trunk is in the front (vroom)
In the back of the club, now I'm smoking on a blunt (wow)
Club packed to capacity, I'm parked right in the front (its Gucci)
From the front to the back, like a zoo (Party Animal) (Wasted)
Wanna ball with me baby, what it do (Party Animal) (Yeaah)
Shes a man eater, baby girls a cannibal (Party Animal) (Party [4x])
I'm a party animal, shes a party animal (Gucci)

[Verse 3]
I'm still buying cases, roll it up baby
They poppin pills crazy, whole club faded
Party, party, party, lets all get wasted
Iced out shawty, real retarded ass bracelets
I just wanna ball hard, she just wanna taste it
Lady tryna take dick, baby you will rape this
I'm African-American, my girlfriend is Italian
458 Italia, the engines in the asset

[Chorus]
Double dueces on the back, 21's on the front
Got the engine in the back, and the trunk is in the front (vroom)
In the back of the club, now I'm smoking on a blunt (wow)
Club packed to capacity, I'm parked right in the front (its Gucci)
From the front to the back, like a zoo (Party Animal) (Wasted)
Wanna ball with me baby, what it do (Party Animal) (Yeaah)
Shes a man eater, baby girls a cannibal (Party Animal) (Party [4x])
I'm a party animal, shes a party animal (Gucci)

[Bridge]
Party Party Party, Party, Party, Party [3x]
I'm a Party Animal, Shes a Party Animal

I'm a Party Animal, Shes a Party Animal

 

[fox69]

"PeeWee Longway (Intro)"
(with PeeWee Longway)

"PeeWee Longway (Intro)"
(with PeeWee Longway)



I got gas on tuck in bed
Reaching feel on the kitchen
I spray hoes down with that rose spray
Fuck her Lord then
That bitch stable got 4 hours on shuffle
Plucking the chicken
I got muscle on the swisher nigga

On the this day ordinary
I drop the hits scream hard the real
Life it ain't no fairytale
Got gang bangs in a honda
I ain't smoking no sour D
That's the crooked from humble
We got gamp from a banana boat
That turn in mud
I got nuts big as a cantaloupe
I roll with that bandana
Peach crash with Kirko Bangz
Nigga I drink all in my cup
I'm in the phantom liking mollies
Scotty wigging with the fluff
I oughta guess and taught the ivy
Boy I'm high on fuck it

I don't stop bitch lickin sack
Put a bag hurry on the bottle linger speaks back
Paper turn to me but y'all boss trend like shit
You dial me up for the gwap or a chop of bricks
2013 drop top to think bitch
Getting head with the drop top scaring shit
I cut to floss it in the estimate to make a movie
I don't think I'm the shit, I know I'm the shit
I walk around smelling my own shit

Here we casa Atlanta, I fuck my hoes train
I take my jewels by the day all night
Girls ain't having these lines
I be on got them on that lane girl