[Chorus:] Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times) Gucci:Bitch i might be(repeat 3 times) Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times) Gucci:Bitch I might be (repeat 3 times) Yeeaaaaahhh! [Verse 1:] 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 bitch came in Bout the same time that that thang kicked in Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin On 285 i keep ridin in a circle The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple "Gucci show time" give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin went to the strip club and requested "Im Da Man" The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch You a liar but I aint gonna get upset right now But I wish I had a lie detector test right now You say you married well bitch you might be But I bet your husband aint Icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee When dem dope man nikes and dem Jordache Jeans On paper but I still keep that thrax on me Im the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves thats three Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat Gucci hood like your hood, man hes so street Wearin Dolce's in the club cause you kno the boy geeked Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Gucci Mane [the flyy nigga 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 shit tight See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40 ill 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 Im so real Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin. Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint (K-Reilly) 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 shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma 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. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry. Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com