[Intro]
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[sound of a fly buzzing around]
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Hot damn! Hot, hot, stankin hot
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A steerin wheel charm 'bout the size of a dinner plate
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[Chorus]
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Too many VVS, and when you see you got to say
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("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!")
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Is your lights on? (Yeah) Iced on (Yeah)
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Diamonds on my chest my name right on my wrist my fist
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it be like ("Gawwwwd damn!")
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All the hoes sayin ("Sheeeeeeit!")
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Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick
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Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, LaFlare, he the shit
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Gucci Mane in the party, bump whoa Kemosabe
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So sick with the words think I need chemotherapy
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No simpleton, but this beat, it's a sicken them
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Gucci Mane the maestro but you should take a whiff of it
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Halloween down to chain, hoes wanna trick or treat
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Brother trick it off, 'fore I take yo' bitch out to eat
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Buyin chain so foolish, girl I spent a hundred G's
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I can trick my brightland then, and, get a hundred G's
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Hundred G's ain't nothin to me, I need least two thousand ki's
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Where are those two thousand pizzas it been dry out here a week
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Laugh not for the kid dawg, twenty thousand for a fee
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Ten cars, got a fleet, I done rolled and everything
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[Chorus]
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See the second verse better so get your air freshener
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Wanna be like Gucci? Little buddy eat your vegetables
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I'm on another level, I'm Gucci Boosay
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Gucci boots were purchased 'fore they came out schedule
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Thirty-five thou' just to come to your house
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say happy birthday, ate cake and bounced out
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Now Gucci is a drought, whereabout, not in this house
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Pills pills powder traphouse like a drug sto'
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Never too much, I'm the shit, like the commode
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Toilet stool breath ass girl, you need to back up
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Shawty so fine she need to slow it up, slow it up
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Shawty showin legs but she still ain't seen enough
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[Chorus]
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Speedy, Gucci
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The So Icey boys baby girl, see our diamond watches
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All the girls are jockin cause they know, that my diamonds poppin
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Floppin, flies around me, cause they know that Gucci's funky
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Toppin, and bossin, and save the posses for the runnin
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AK-47, is still, what's shakin for me
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So Icey squad pussy nigga, we cross the country
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See I'm the man, bland pussy nigga we the army
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We made a plan, and, and, look we formed a company
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So mad, told y'all that we gettin money
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Every day they cocky, and dirty laundry
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1500, just to clean my garbage
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I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I'm from the projects
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!")
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[flies buzzing]
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("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!")
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[fades out]
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Shittin' Onum
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| Gucci Mane |
