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 b***h came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this
Buffie The
Body ain't your name lil
Trina cause you look like
Janet Jackson
I'm 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 don't know where
I'm goin On 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
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no d**k
Neva took a pill or neva ate a b***h
You a lie but
I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish
I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well b***h you might be
But I bet your husband ain't
Icy like me
She stand on
B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem d**e man nikes and dem jore a*s jeans
I don't pay her but
I still keep that thrax on me
I'mma the s**t in
East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell
I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
Gucci Mane n***a 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 s**t tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like
Fabo hood like
Shawty So tell me when to go like my name
E-40 A rich rock star n***a
I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
I'll 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 that's a d**n good deal
Ay wassup
Gucci Mane.
Why you sweatin so hard
Is you rollin or somethin.
S**t well baby
I might be.
But got d**n what is you doin.
You jockin a playa.
You ch-Chewy ova here right.
Look I ain't
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 s**t you got on make you look like you a waitress.
So do what you do iight.
I'mma 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
B***h I might be
B***h I might be
B***h I might be
YEEEAAAAAA
AHHH
