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First Day Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
First Day Out was released on May 15, 2009 by RBC Records as a part of the album Writing on the Wall
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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
A. Hogan
A. Hogan
Composer

Lyrics

Holiday season (Aye)
Shouts out my **** Zaytoven (Huh? We back in the buildin')
We workin', Zay (Holiday Season)
Right back like we never left, **** (Holiday season, ****)
Waka, what up, homie? (Huh?)
Shout out my **** Woo (We back in the buildin')
My **** Frenchie, Nicki Minaj
Shouts out my **** OJ Juice (Huh?)
Shout out my **** G Boy (Gucci)
DJ Holiday, Writing On The Wall (New mixtape, skrrt, skrrt)
(First Day Out) You know what it is
Aye, Gucci, how you gon' start the day off, ****?
I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp (Damn)
No pancakes, just a cup of syrup (Well, damn)
Baking soda, pot, and a silver spork (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You already know it's time to go to work
I'm back up off the kitchen workin' with a chicken
You get sixty-three grams for like twelve-fifty (Wow)
Fifty pounds of purp, fifty pounds of midget
As soon as it's gone, I sell another sixty (Huh)
My baby need some shoes, my aunty need a purse (Uh-huh)
Summer coming real soon, so I need a vert (Damn)
I hop up out that van with that duffel bag (Gucci)
And if a **** try me, I'ma bust his ass (Bow)
I'm countin' up money in my living room
Birds everywhere, I call it the chicken room (Damn)
Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den (Gucci)
Attic full of guns, basement full of Benjamins (Holiday season)
Two AK-47s and a blow torch
Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch (Huh)
A couple old schools in my backyard
If I don't know you, I'ma serve you through my burglar bars
Gucci back, bitch, yeah, I'm back, bitch (Back, bitch, huh)
Did you miss me, or miss my wealth, bitch? (Did you miss me? Huh)
This that new shit, that county jail shit (What? True)
That 7th floor, Rice Street, straight out a cell shit
You on my shit list, I'm on the Forbes list
Since I'm a rich ****, I need a rich bitch (Gucci)
I got a sick wrist, it cost 'bout six bricks (Bling)
I'm on that slick shit, that Zone 6 shit (Huh)
Huh, huh, what's happenin'?
So Icy CEO, we in the buildin'
Huh, huh, huh, Zaytoven on the track, huh, damn, damn
Brr, brr
Wow
Bling-blaow, bling-blaow
Written by: A. Hogan, Michael Williams, Radric Delantic Davis
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