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alot of dat - gucci mane lyrics

[verse 1: yung ralph]
i bounced in a car, with a lotta money
duffle bag filled up, right to my tummy
glock on my lap, i’m feeling good
just made a play in your naborhood
[?] through the city
bounced out on [?]
money [?]
[?] say lock and load
password stay linked in, every word from my inc pen
bought my b*tch that pink benz, so she can ride with them [?]
i told you, [?] good
[?]
death ro, but i own the hood
death ro where my homies at
sending love, i send it back
big money, big stacks
baby mamas bringing packs

[chorus: yung ralph]
you already know we got a whole lotta
foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] vip, we pop a lotta bottles
hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[verse 2: young scooter]
young scooter!
money, cars drugs, got a lotta that
disrespect freebandz, you get shot for that
give a f*ck what’s wrong with it, come bring it back
ain’t no dope boy rules when you selling crack
you wanna be a boss, gotta be humble
put your juug on, try not to fumble
the remix bricks, i got all that
that 44 money, blew a lotta that
got a couple plugs in florida, got the boat docked
keep a ten in the hood, and i ain’t own the block
if you is good when you winning, then you on top
street education, yeah i got a lot

[chorus: yung ralph]
you already know we got a whole lotta
foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] vip, we pop a lotta bottles
hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[verse 3: gucci mane]
a n*gga tried to play me for the whole bundle
i ran a [?] package so the n*gga fumbled
he never understood how the streets connected
a [?] never disrespected
run a plan, don’t understand
yeah n*gga i’m over you
same thing, not overdo
n*gga billion dollars my [?]
kush packs, lemonade [?]
standing on that corner man, your boy came with that money plan
[?]
panamera, whippin that
turbo, [?]
h*ll yeah n*gga, clippin that
[?] that lane
pushed up with that big bag
talked to my young n*gga, he came up with that red flag
that blue flag, that [?]

- gucci mane lyrics

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