: [feat. Birdman] It's Gucci, two times, Gucci, Gucci Please pardon me but I'm passin gas To my entourage, no gas masks I'm in my old school, with the
& Webbie] [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
send aside it Eyes redder than a rose Heart bluer than a violet My heart broke and I'm heartless And ain't no need to hide it (Gucci) [Chorus] [Verse
thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks Master P and Gucci Mane
Squad Bandana on I think I'm fuckin Rambo It's Gucci I'm a killer so don't push me Brick Squad ain't no pussy niggas Runnin with dem wig splittas Niggas screamin roll one Gucci
: [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
me, not you I don't want you no mo' I swear, I don't care I'm turnt up, I'm burnt up And turned out, and you're not And I am, the Gucci Mane Don't get
's Puttin In That Twerk. Wooh Da Kidd A Real Nigga. Shout Out To My Set. Shout Out To My Bruler For My Wrist And Neck. Yes. [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] Shout
see my nigga Gucci you salute nigga Real niggas brick squad shit Matter fact nigga, ya'll know I'm from that deuce line nigga say it two times nigga Gucci
think she president bush bitch Hell yea, and I'm gon off that lean shit My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green shit Fuck jail gucci time, and I'
times, Gucci Gucci 2 times, say it 2 times Gucci Gucci 2 times, say it 2 times, Gucci Gucci 2 times, say it 2 times Gucci Gucci 2 times, say it 2 times, Gucci Gucci
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
Dat AK In Yo 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
: [feat. Cap & Chill Will] [Intro:] "Drumma Boy" [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It's Gucci! Unghh) [Gucci Mane:] Hey girl I'm tearin it up
: [Chorus:] Makin love to the money I swear the sex great I kicked them hoes out but let the money stay makin love to the money like a sex tape I'm talkin
where's your stash You just blew your luck! Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top, I ain't talking about a name but my For big Gucci OJ I put the
your ass a sack of leaves Gucci mane fuck up the sound Dead drunk like my uncle Touch my brother dood n I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat Gucci mane
