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Gucci Mane The State Vs Radric Davis

lift me up Five flights, six shows, quarter million on my schedule Bangledesh and Gucci Mane, niggas know they in trouble Green ice, red light, caution Gucci

gunnin (gucci) like batman robbin we be floggin mobbin inside Aston martins beg your pardon gucci darlin more check than a check-o-slovin whats your mother fuckin problem? ross and gucci

alone Gucci Mane's a bachelor Sex tape just like Pamela 'Cause Gucci not an amateur Mini skirt, sun dress Booty shorts, Monster Her ass phat as two basketballs Gucci

It's Gucci, (It's Gucci) Burr! Soulja Boy Tell Em' It's Gucci, Flocka! Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it. So Icey. Yeahhhhh [Chorus:] We smokin

drunk, got wasted Now she backstage and she tryin' to get famous She be up drinky, drinky Gucci Mane, shake it Club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted

(Gucci Mane) I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry

kno what im talkin bout? take one(take one) oooooh( GUCCCI! ) i can do bad by myself kno what i mean? forreal okay , action goin in ( first verse gucci mane

its money mane, n juice man, n gucci mane, gucci mane, Gucci V1 Ima keep droppin versus, hotta den tha hottest summa, eat rappers like jeffrey domer

to gunnin [Gucci Mane:] Like batman robbin we be floggin mobbing inside Aston Martins Beg your pardon Gucci darling More checks than a czechoslavian What's your mother fucking problem? Ross and Gucci