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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Composer
R. Davis
R. Davis
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (So Icy, so Icy) Seytoba baby I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive a sports car, bitch, put 'em Bapes to the gas If you scared go to church 'cause I'm finna drive fast Throwing cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo There no mojo he need to get some mo do Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show Niggas want that wola shawty meet right by Grocian Road East side up, put them E's in the air If you smoking Bubba Kush, put them trees in the air I'm smoking on that kush so it's stankin' up my car They call me twinkle twinkle 'cuase they know that I'm a star I told her come here then I didn't say shit 'Cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke bitch I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Gucci fish, shoes and a purse too Steala of yo' chain, turn yo' watch to Starburst too Put them Lemon Heads in yo' ears Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo' fingers Now you're envied by yo' peers and I'ma get yo ass in shape All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo' ass loosin' weight (Leanin') Gucci Mane got you straight, huh? You know he got that cake, gave it to her first date I'ma ride down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I'ma roll down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes, On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin' niggas grapes I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak But I'm good wit a trout, bitch a model too fake They toyin' on the beat, so you know they gone hate Had that Tony Tiger Kush, man that shit smoke great Got that water bumpin' talented I think I can do it Drop me and yo' body fill wit them other fluid Trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's I'm a trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier L. Dotson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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