tee Hit licks in my black tee All in your house searchin' For bricks in my black tee I rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in your house
to the boy Gucci Mane Old school Chevy, same color cocaine Ridin' through the hood, throwin' money out the brain And I'm lookin' for the girls with the booty shorts, mane
me verse 2 dey say my chain so cold and my watch too hot my ears on on bling pinky ring on fire twinkle twinkle see da star past by gucci mane aint
for a beat Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('Ol G) I'm the shit biatch, I need toilet paper (Damn) And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata These niggaz don't like me I'm wit the Gucci Mane
flare nigga Gucci Mane The motherfuckin' gotto nigga it's a wrap Then the whole industry we got This shit in the fuckin' head lock Yeah, Gucci we fuckin
gucci mane Ima watch you through the hood on the 26's Buy you a braclete real expensive Gucci only holler at the baddest bitches Love they way a boss bitch handle her business Gucci mane
staked tall I deal for a half a mill nigga that's all See a bad broad Gucci Mane, I'll buy The same dude you shop with, I'm his supplier Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
sevens for the buck fifty 125 if an nigga fuck wit me (Ugh) You doin' bad buyin' 50 slabs I'm in Texico buyin' out sandwich bags (Ugh) Niggas churpin' on my Nextel Gucci
, that's my hood Money real dirty, 9:30 Got a trap to catch fo' a Quarter Birdie 10:45, quarter to 11 AK 47 and a Mac 11 1:17, my trap bunkin' If you
'Cause you know that Gucci keep a tone man Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange Every word I use might mean two thangs Young Gucci Mane got a style
In the trap house, in the trap house In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check it Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach Hood rich so I never had a bank
Tulkojums: Gucci Mane. Trap House.
Tulkojums: Gucci Mane. Trap House Album: Trap House.
In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House Gucci Mane Check It [Hook] Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach Hood rich so I never had
gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee Gucci Mane, lil flair
boy Gucci Mane Old school Chevy same color cocaine Ridin through the hood throwin money out the brain and I'm lookin for the girls wit the booty shorts mane
gurl). And ya never meet a gurl dat will shine like me (shine like me) cuz im wit da Gucci Mane, im SO ICEY. [Hook] [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - GUCCI MANE
buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buyin out sandwich bags(ughh) Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci
