mid shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [
shit (hell yea) This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea) Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x
I'm your medicine (Gucci Mane) My medicine (Keri Hilson) Your medicine (Gucci Mane) My medicine (Keri Hilson) Your medicine (Gucci Mane) Your my medicine (Keri Hilson) I'm ya medicine (Gucci Mane
And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la Yea, yea, yea, 1, 7
just cant wa-a-ait (wa-a-ait) Gucci Mane: Girls start choppin, the girls so fine that I put the chick shoppin. Guccis on that old school, smoking on
GUCCIMANE Burr burr burr burr burr burr burr burr yeah its 2 time gucci and i dont give excuses i use to drive a hoope but now my life a move i'm genius
song So Imma make it thunderstorm Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I dont care Glasses flying everywhere tap my partna Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as hell
yellow big booty yellow bones yellow lams yellow mp's yellow watch yellow charm ring chain yellow living room set lemonade gucci shoes for my girl ITS GUCCI
[Verse 1:] Standing in V.I.P. a hundred fifty deep Jelwery all over me I look like mr. T My necklace is full of diamonds hell yea I'm shinnig bright And
A Daughter Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper Hundred Bottles Opened Up Still Slaggin Opiou Smokin At The Atrium Its all Hell
mane Need to rob a dice game Tatted like a white mane Party like a rock band Tha so icy bike game Makin lames tuck chains Got damn Gucci Mane
mood, fuck around and you die HUH ! Gucci (Chorus) I got Street Cred, Yea I got beef don't caarree I dare ya, I double dare ya (unknown) (x2) I got Street Cred, Yea
[feat. Gucci Mane, Wale & Roscoe Dash] [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on) I'm a sip mascato
Right Carter 3 Come On Yea, Yea, Walk With Me, Come Go With Me, Its Lil Weezy Baby Ha Ha [Chorus] And Im Just Lightin Up My,La [x22] Yea, Yea, Yea
they not allowed It's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's on It's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's on It's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's on It's on, it's on, Let me tell
Daughter Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper Hundred Bottles Opened Up Still Slaggin Opiou Smokin At The Atrium It's all Hell
