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  • Is you rollin [x3][Gucci:]
    ***** I might be [x3][Mac Bre-Z:]
    Girl he geeked up [x3][Gucci:]
    ***** I might be [x3]
    Yeeaaaaahhh![Verse 1:]
    East Atlanta slum man is where
    I come from
    Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
    Now everything was gravy til your ***** came in
    Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
    Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
    Im geeked up thinkin this
    Buffie The
    BodyAint your name lil
    Trina cause you look like
    Janet Jackson
    Im off three double stacks and
    I'm lookin for that action
    Gucci Mane you stupid man
    I love the way you flowin
    Ridin in my drop but
    I dont know where
    I'm goinOn two eighty five
    I keep ridin in a circle
    The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
    Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause
    I'm really really trippin
    Went to the strip club and request that
    I'm da man
    The next thing you know
    I was throwin rubberbands[Chorus][Verse 2:]
    Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no ****
    Neva took a pill or neva ate a *****
    You a lie but
    I aint gonna get upset right now
    But I wish
    I had a lie detector test right now
    You say you marry well ***** you might be
    But I bet your husband aint
    Icy like me
    She stand on
    B.C. in my ashy black tee
    When dem **** man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
    I dont pay her but
    I still keep that thrax on me
    Imma the **** in
    East Atlanta baby ask about me
    Pop one pop two two halves thats three
    Aint no waffle house baby hell
    I cant eat
    Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
    Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
    Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
    We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks[Chorus][Verse 3:]
    Gucci Mane ? ***** get your mind right
    Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
    Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might **** tight
    See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
    Im high like
    Fabo hood like
    ShawtySo tell me when to go like my name
    E-40A rich rock star *****
    I'm gonna party
    Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
    Ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
    Take two of these pillz call me in the morning
    Fifty thousand pillz man
    I'm so real
    Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal
    Ay wassup
    Gucci Mane.
    Why you sweatin so hard?
    Is you rollin or somethin.
    **** well baby
    I might be.
    But got damn what is you doin.
    You jockin a playa.
    You ch-Chewy ova here right.
    Look I aint
    K-Rab baby
    You know what
    I mean I'm not a piece of
    Bubblegum.
    What I'm doin is not your business.
    But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
    Cause the **** you got on make you look like you a waitress.
    So do what you do iight.
    Imma give you this hundred dollars.
    Go get you what ever you drankin.
    Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that.
    And is you straight is you single or is you marry.
    Cause I might be,
    ***** I might be,
    ***** I might be,
    ***** I might be
    YEEEAAAAAA
    AHHH
  • Is you rollin [x3][Gucci:]
    ***** I might be [x3][Mac Bre-Z:]
    Girl he geeked up [x3][Gucci:]
    ***** I might be [x3]
    Yeeaaaaahhh![Verse 1:]
    East Atlanta slum man is where
    I come from
    Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
    Now everything was gravy til your ***** came in
    Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
    Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
    Im geeked up thinkin this
    Buffie The
    BodyAint your name lil
    Trina cause you look like
    Janet Jackson
    Im off three double stacks and
    I'm lookin for that action
    Gucci Mane you stupid man
    I love the way you flowin
    Ridin in my drop but
    I dont know where
    I'm goinOn two eighty five
    I keep ridin in a circle
    The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
    Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause
    I'm really really trippin
    Went to the strip club and request that
    I'm da man
    The next thing you know
    I was throwin rubberbands[Chorus][Verse 2:]
    Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no ****
    Neva took a pill or neva ate a *****
    You a lie but
    I aint gonna get upset right now
    But I wish
    I had a lie detector test right now
    You say you marry well ***** you might be
    But I bet your husband aint
    Icy like me
    She stand on
    B.C. in my ashy black tee
    When dem **** man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
    I dont pay her but
    I still keep that thrax on me
    Imma the **** in
    East Atlanta baby ask about me
    Pop one pop two two halves thats three
    Aint no waffle house baby hell
    I cant eat
    Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
    Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
    Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
    We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks[Chorus][Verse 3:]
    Gucci Mane ? ***** get your mind right
    Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
    Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might **** tight
    See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
    Im high like
    Fabo hood like
    ShawtySo tell me when to go like my name
    E-40A rich rock star *****
    I'm gonna party
    Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
    Ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
    Take two of these pillz call me in the morning
    Fifty thousand pillz man
    I'm so real
    Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal
    Ay wassup
    Gucci Mane.
    Why you sweatin so hard?
    Is you rollin or somethin.
    **** well baby
    I might be.
    But got damn what is you doin.
    You jockin a playa.
    You ch-Chewy ova here right.
    Look I aint
    K-Rab baby
    You know what
    I mean I'm not a piece of
    Bubblegum.
    What I'm doin is not your business.
    But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
    Cause the **** you got on make you look like you a waitress.
    So do what you do iight.
    Imma give you this hundred dollars.
    Go get you what ever you drankin.
    Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that.
    And is you straight is you single or is you marry.
    Cause I might be,
    ***** I might be,
    ***** I might be,
    ***** I might be
    YEEEAAAAAA
    AHHH