(Feat. Yatta Mann)
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[Intro:]
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Yeah, that boy Gucci
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Got my nigga block in this bitch
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East Atlanta's finest
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E.C.T South!
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up
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Imma be up, Imma be up;
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Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
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It's time to re-up It's time to re-up;
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7:30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up
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We gon' be up, we gon' be up;
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Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
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It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up;
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[Verse 1: Yatta Mann]
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Boys what it do?
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Nigga getcha g's up
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Dope man bitch!
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Call me Mr.Re-Up
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The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
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1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
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.45 Mac
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Rubber band stacks
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Spent a ¨ö a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
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The dope boys love me
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Taught'em how to cook
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You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop
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The dope man bitch!
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Sold bricks, sold rocks
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100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop
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The dope man bitch!
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Sold grams, sold white
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Cook the work 10 minutes
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Fiends gave me 5 pipes
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New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
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Got Micheal Jackson yay
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Powder 10, but it cook white
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I don't get nervous when I ride them highways
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Dope man bitch!
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Everyday is my birthday!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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I got the city on lock!
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Have you ever seen a ¨ù million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
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I can show you how to trap!
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100 grand worth of cap
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And I pray that my phone ain't tapped!
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Nigga buy for the smell of it
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Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
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7 on the dot!
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Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!
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I'm in the game so I give it all I got
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To a million dollar spot
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I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
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Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean
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Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
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If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
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Every flip I cop another whip
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Every trap I cop another chain
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Every play I cop another tool
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What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
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Notta damn thang!
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I'm icy, something like a polar bear
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When your girl give me brain better hold her hair
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100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare
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Re-up wit the man
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Gucci Mane Lil'Flap
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
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Go with our rental cars
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Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
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Now I stand behind the burglar bars
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Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars;
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I'm the hustler of the century
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When you think of money mention me
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I said my buddy get it to the key
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From Arkansas to Tennessee
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Every Brick, Pill. And every ¡°P¡±
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Some how it doesn't come from me
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I'm on T.V gettin interviewed
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Still got them thangs in the intertubes
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8 grand for the good purp
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A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
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Aye lock it up, that's a bad word
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You had to whip it till your wrist hurt
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You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block
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Got'chu a dime to a ¨ö a block
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I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop
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Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops
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[Chorus]
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Re-Up - Gucci Mane, Yatta Mann
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Gucci Mane |