Girl after girl, girl after girl Girls going wild I got girls kissing girls Girl after girl, girl after girl Girls going wild I got girls kissing girls
girl, girl after girl Girls going wild I got girls kissing girls Girl after girl, girl after girl Girls going wild I got girls kissing girls [Verse 1
yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade... drink dessert souffle patrone shot straight turn a nigga 2face hot drunk girls
islands and yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade... drink dessert souffle patrone shot straight turn a nigga 2face hot drunk girls
somethin for her To grind on grind on [Gucci Mane:] Big trouble girl helfa On the rule ain't nun If it was I would of broke it girl yo ass in danga
: (feat. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Waka Flocka Flame) It's Gucci, (It's Gucci) Burr! Soulja Boy Tell Em' It's Gucci, Flocka! Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we
: (feat. Keyshia Cole) Waz hannin? It's gucci! Aye keyshia Im feelin this girl man But she aint right ya kno What im talkin bout? Take one (take one
to gunnin [Gucci Mane:] Like batman robbin we be floggin mobbing inside Aston Martins Beg your pardon Gucci darling More checks than a czechoslavian What's your mother fucking problem? Ross and Gucci
biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!) And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata These niggaz don't like me I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy [Chorus] [2nd Verse: Gucci Mane
Girls are like buses Miss one, next 15 one comin' Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin' Swag so stupid still the bitch straight dumped me Over, no more smokin' doja Baby girl
lots of cash [x14] If you don't like it kiss my ass [Verse: Gucci Mane] I got lots of bags I got lots of cash I got lots of swag girl I'm all about a
c did it (R.I.P.), Gucci tarentino or jus call me young quentin Or Gucci nicholas cage I take ya girl in sixty seconds Or Gucci Mane travolta davin's
thang Beat up just like it's a drummer Bum bum bum bum Grab u by ya pum pum Then I pull out a condum And& make her run sum(it's gucci) [Chorus] Gucci mane
: (feat. Gucci Mane) I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a sister label, Young Money, Money, long, long I be so L.A. got my Chucks and
twelve points in your face (uhh) Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight with a switchblade Girls on your bumper cause
feat. Gucci Mane] Yeah (burr) Go white girl, it's ya birthday [x2] Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Holleratche
shorty text me, send your boy a smiley face Gucci Mane x-rated, we could make a sex tape Pics on my iPhone, Gucci on her iPod When she turn around, ***
name is weezy and I know u know Omarion I get it in like parking spots And they say money talks so don?t ask me y I talk a lot Girl I?ll kiss ya softest
