like chours I get it in, I get it in, I get it in, I get it up in da game I get it in, I get it in, I get it in, I get up in the thing. Get it
dem stop boys I acts a ass I get out my mind And I toat I toast I toast that iron I skeet hot shit hot shit if you cross that line I don't fuck with iraqs
man cause I'm trickin' on her yeah And I heard it ain't trickin' if you got it And I got a lot? so I blow it on her yeah I know that she love me And I
haha she think I ain't gone get but I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin Shawty so... [Chorus: Chris Brown] It really don't matter to me I'm lovin all these
hit ya haha she think I ain't gone get but I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin Shawty so... [Chorus: Chris Brown] It really don't matter to me I'm lovin
I'm all about it, all for it, I'm all star team Jordan, small forward, I'm never putting up a shot unless it calls for it, No hesitation so I'm shooting
, I'm just saying It's gon be Trouble Trouble If she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her To grind on grind on [Gucci Mane:] Big trouble girl
] [Beginning: x2] I love things about her I love the way she treat me I love the way she fuck me I love the way she suck me [Gucci Mane:] I'm a trapholic
up I get offers for a million dollars just to throw it up I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got
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
re not And I am, the Gucci Mane Don't get it be like dammmmn, stop They know who I ammmm, hot I'm icy as a fool I knowwww, I knowwww, very well, very well I
's It For Me I Demand A Check. Shout Out To My Weed Man, I Call Him The Geek Squad. I Smoke Too Much, I Just Lost My Thoughts, I'm Feelin like A Retard
And thinkin 'bout it, I'm goin and gettin another one Gucci Mane I run the land from Africa to Pakistan Understand and overstand, Gucci Mane in Overland
Face & I Make Ya Like Me... [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] No Chit Chat, Hit Me Back Gucci Did Dis, Gucci Mane Did Dat If I Did Dis And I Didn't Do Dat, Why'd
, ay yeah [x2] (It's Gucci! Unghh) [Gucci Mane:] Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain't goin back I blow stack
We just put my thugs on it Home boy gettin his mug on Hey I wanna get my buzz on Fuck around I'll put my gloves on Say no robbin how I eat B.c 32 that
all that but I don't believe that gucci mane wac gucci can't rap gucci ain't trap but you don't believe that I'm tryin to get fat chicks and all that
time I'm in this bitch I'm talking shit Bricksquad click that's who I'm with Stupid rich my jewelery sick I'm ballin like I hit a lick I'm in this bitch
