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anything - gucci mane lyrics

[hook: gucci]
you can’t tell me anything, no you can’t talk to me
you can’t tell me anything, no you can’t talk to me
unless want 2 or 3, bricks they go for cheap
shop with me, i got what you need
what you wanna get, two or three, n-gga f-ck with me
i be in the dope game, and i can sell ya anythang!
that boy that price too high, he a lie, he can’t f-ck with me
gucci mane got fire, i got fire, come and f-ck with me!

[verse 1: gucci mane]
trash bag fulla this sh-t
that b-tch so ugly, can’t get a pull of this sh-t (naw!)
treat me off my d-ck, that b-tch so sl!ck, i might just sue that b-tch! (d-mn!)
trap house ballin’ so hard, they makin me – lord i might just move this b-tch! (woop!)
lost 200 grams on water wippin’, need some better bricks (f-ck!)
peep my new sh-t, gucci mane glue brick
i’m so sl!ck, one brick be two bricks (yea!)
cooler than a penguin in a cooler with a lot of juice
shawty swallow yea your daughter and she use a lotta spit
i’m mr. million dollar d-ck, and i can pluck your bottom b-tch
you better pay me in full, a n-gga fully auto
before i have your black -ss burnt like charcoal (haaa)
man-hunt for me just like chapo (chapo)
and french montana can bite my swag, but i’m still head honcho (wop!)

[verse 2: guwop]
sellin’ bow after f-ckin’ bow, i just broke the bow
serve it half or i serve it whole, i just broke the stove
cash drop on the f-cking spot, need another spot
i get top, get a n-gga top, gucci mane got guap!
drop my top with your main b-tch, d-mn she off the leash!
gotta mean lookin’ at them jeans, as she po’ my lean
try to refrain from smoking the green, cause of all my friends
my girl said, “me or the f-cking lean!” , and i choose the codeine
b-tch go ‘head and leave, ho just leave my keys
you can take this bullsh-t cause it means nothing to me
said, “she ain’t got nothin’ on ya” , b-tch he ain’t got nothing on me!
and matter of fact b-tch where’s my pint at, cause you ain’t my cup of tea!
(guwop!)

[verse 3: young thug]
if i can’t top ya pridna, i got fidna
i got fidna for you widnite
take a one-five put it in ninite
take another one-five tryna hercule
and buy that b-tch a burganby
you know that big convert for me (d-mn)
that all blue bentley, pew! , i drop the top they papa smurfin’ me
you fake-ballin’ like nerf
you on the turf
and you not worth a f-ckin’ thing, i think you’re cursed
my ice is water you can surf (whoosh!)
yea-yea-yea you can surf, that’s what its worth
wussup lil’ dirk, 3 hunna spent on a shirt
yo’ b-tch wanna go berserk
on this stick, i’m on this stick wussup lil’ tic
i left like seven bricks on the table, came from eagles like mike vick
i got like six b-tches controllin’ me, like a m-th-f-ckin’ theist
(woop woop woop)
i drink that lean i got that fisker, got that fisker just like this b-tch!

- gucci mane lyrics

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