burn While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me It's up and down and up and down gracefully Rick James would've said She a Brick House But Fifty
' Man that nigga finna stop breathin' His momma there, his daddy there Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there His shines on him, his dimes on him Had hoes all in the club grindin' on
that n-gga finna stop breathin' His momma there, his daddy there Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there His shines on him, his dimes on him Had hoes all in the club grindin' on
a hand on it Racin' some Red Hill boys, she had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line She blew past a hitchhiker
face is oretty as astronomy And if a bullet whistles Like a poison kiss Well i dont care these days Now she's knee deep in fifty pound noted While a slow red
nest but you know who whith a nest tatooed to my chest But I've innested Now I got the Industry pissy eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
: [Eve] Come on, huh Come on, yo, yo, yo Some people blond peeps, red banjies Some are moving quickly, outta town How they gonna find her moving swiftly
m dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like
't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard
want the twin power after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean Sir
you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that
God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on
Corvette yellow thang [Gucci Mane:] DeVille on the watch, chain, earring and ring shit Hangin with the dope boys, cause they on the same shit Blues got
thirty-thousand for my bacon wasted like a rock band, red like a banker all this ice on me got me like a flown glacier All on the 'Tron, straight chill
You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self [Verse
sound A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack crazy gucci shoes where you get em at I said it's off white, bout a fifty pack The hottest nigga in