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Gucci Mane Lyrics

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intro: ghea! dis da mixtape nigga.
i got trap money nigga. i aint even gotta if i dont
want to nigga. im bustin dem things out da wrap nigga.
every day nigga. crazy plays nigga.
ghea yall niggas know bout da kid.
yall niggas know yall scared of me.
im like boogeyman. tucc ya chain in bitch.
gucci mane la fluer. wat the muthafuccin business ya
pussy. scary ass nigga. i dnt never see yall bitch
ass niggas. better watch yo mouth nigga
im da man round here hundred grand in dis bitch
gucci mane round here understand over dig
gucci mane im da man thousand pounds of mid grade
make a friday out a got dam wensday
hundred grand gucci mane u my friend lend me
mr. flyod diamonds got me lookin just like diddy
bart simpson chain and its shitin on the low
wanna beat my chain gotta spend a lil mo
magic city blaze nigga wher u gonna go man
scared to see my face cuz u kno u jus a hoe man
prayin i wont slap yo ass on the fuccin low man
magic city blaze platinum aint no where to go man
couple niggas murdered but dem niggas deserved it
gucci mane la fluer man im hungry and im thristy
wearin nothin but baleys guccis sneakers never jersey
gucci mane la fluer i dont think dem pussys heard me
i aint needa hundred niggas to get myself on
i still got dem units nigga hit me on my phone
i aint need sean carter i mix wit da water
give dat shit a turn around den coop a hemi charger
dam got da bleach and washing powder
i got ten g's he make ten dollars a hour
want sum cocaine but i served his ass sum flour
count ten g's he make ten dollars a hour
young gucci gucci im da gucci mane
i got dem kilos cookies call me da cookie man
dam i make it rain make it hurricane
i make katrina i make it katrina
throwin muthafuccin hundred dollars like a frisbee
smokin on da drizzy got yo babymoma dizzy
uh and yo nigga jus a worker
i popped up to yo moma house smelling like purple