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All I need is one mic all I need is one stove Homie got a nice flow but Gucci got that white coke You ain't gettin the right dope, you knockin' on the wrong door Last nigga tried me let's just call 'em john doe And since you short a dime homie then park me a old school I fronted you, you ran off that's not what you're supposed to do I'm gettin' my tip fade cut pour the Chris and flat show Wish a nigga would run up on me like I'm bristol Gucci Mane's a live watt Try me like I'm yung berg and I'm a make yo' eyes cry Gucci like to drank and Gucci like to smoke And Gucci on a rise while ya'll niggas goin' broke Gucci, Gucci Mane's a g, tell me somethin' I don't know I got court in early mornin' I don't really wanna go I do this for the people 'cause I'm my brothers keeper I don't fear you cause I'm parrapalegic, where's my parralegal See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin' tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply I'm in my M6 beemer This is no 645 Like a pigeon in the sky, I just shitted on your ride So much weight off in my house, you would think it was a gym Plus my nikes match my necklace and my necklace match my rims I got court in early mornin' I don't really wanna go Say I violated probation just because I blew my nose Blew 300 on my rolce 200 more on the lamb Million dollars on the crib Car note, don't know what that is Gucci, you don't know who that is Mama that's just Gucci Mane that my boy that's my partna' I'm Gucci Mane biggest fan Plus she don't know what that is I'm with that I don't give a damn If you think I give a fuck you must do not know who I am, Gucci See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin', tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply Mirror, mirror, mirror Who's the realest in the game Why you ask that stupid question Boy you know that's Gucci Mane East atlanta 6 You know how we roll I just bought another chevy got it right back out the bowl Tall stacks up in my closet, I can't even see my clothes And my belly get so big, I can hardly see my toes Got a car in my garage, I have never ever drove It's a door black on black phantom, I call that bitch dorrough If she going to the ladies room, I guess I'll let her know I got powder in my living room, so she don't have to stroll A year ago today, I was sitting in my cell Where you see yourself in 5 years A so icey billionare Gucci See that house right there, yeah, make a lotta money Who's that knockin' at the door Probably a couple junkies That coop over there, yeah, cost a couple hundreds See my neighborhood is buckin', tell my blood to keep it comin' Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys Dope boys, dope boys with the dope boys What you wanna get homie hurry up and buy it Dope boys gone buy you gone get yo self supply
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Lamar Edwards, Larrance Dopson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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