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Gucci (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, (Big Cat, Laflare)
get it (let's get it)

Half a brick in a pot
Tryin to make me a boy knot
Two pounds and I'm like big
Stackin double see the so big
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my up
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my up [3X]

Uhhhhh! I'm goin on a
Gucci Mane like I'm the Dapper Don
Uhhhhh! Hundred G's in my bag
So if you look at me wrong do yo' ass
Uhh, Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga your hustle
Uhh, pockets fatter than Oprah
Gucci I'm the baller of the fuckin century
Uhh, iced out like an' them
I can sell mo' records Shade an' them
Uhh, Gucci Mane youse a fella
I make it so you better get'cha umba-rella
Uhh, and my is on another level
Clusters of and they brush together
Uhh, why you talkin so much
Yo bitch, cause I'm so

Okay somethin white like Michael
the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin
Gucci Mane got the ticket
Run stack for the midget fuck with me, uhh
say he short a couple stacks
The chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks, uhh
Yo' money short Spud Webb
Bend down broke nigga need help, uhh
My money talkin Dikembe
Gucci Mane I make a out of Wednesday, uhh
Phone don't {?}
Still makin moves, thuggin S-Y-S, uhh
All my shows be whippin up
J's keep the ash when we pick it up, uhh
And me and Cad in a
Yellow got me lookin like a bumblebee, uhh

Gucci got a plug, for the square
Got quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
Got the peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters
on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some jumpin out the damn pot
Get some cool water, it's too hot
All I want for Christmas is the dopeman
Hustle harder, be
We eat when I bring it out the water
36 O's, for the 17
for the drive, 17-5