[Verse 1: Game]
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My car, my bitch nigger, everything major
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My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
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Indiana hoosers don't get more about the laser
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What your fucking team up, meaning [?]
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Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
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Black 24's lips fatter than Fantasia's
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Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
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And her name Su Woo, isn't it ironic?
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My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit
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Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger I'm not Islamic
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All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
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Devil in the rear view, heaven's the only option
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Angel on the hood like reverend runs [?]
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The day I'm feeling good riding in his holy ghost
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Hate me like I'm god's son wanna see you deceased
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Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus piece
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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Balling, like Amauri
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I'm not an athlete but it's a track beat
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I'm on a great run, the world love me
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So love to hate me, it's all gravy
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So icy, so [?] ice cream on my face it ain't your face nigger
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I'm on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom
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While you cross counters, we cross continents
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Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette
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I'm not a pumpkin, I trap [?]
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I got irons, squares for you
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Power for goons, prepare for you
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So where the move blood I'm tattooed [?]
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I'm a straight thug, I keep a [?]
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So where the move blood I'm tattooed [?]
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I'm a straight thug, I keep a [?]
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
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[Verse 3: Game]
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[?] we onto something major
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Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
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Down goes Frasier, my shooters like [?]
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And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
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We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians
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Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers
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Click clapping, what's happening 4 5 at you haters
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Keep yapping, I'm clapping, T.I. know we Takers
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Nigger I don't give a damn [?] cellophane
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Get your boss on your phone cause we don't fuck with middle men
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Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man
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Where I'm from it's off at your dome for just a kilogram
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Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
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Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case
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This summer is ours ain't a motherfucker safe
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And in a fall, I'm putting 5 mil in a fucking safe
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
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Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
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My rims like wow, I'm smoking right now
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You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow
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Wow
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| The Game |
