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[Mac Bre-Z:] Is you rollin
Bitch I might be [x3]
[Mac Bre-Z:] Girl he geeked up
[Gucci:] Bitch I be [x3]
Yeeaaaaahhh!

1:]
East Atlanta man is where I come from
Pass that thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your came in
Bout the same time that that thang in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a body
Im geeked up this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you like Janet Jackson
Im off three stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you
Ridin in my but I dont know where I'm goin
On two five I keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of
Gucci is your time give me five more and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin
Went to the strip club and request I'm da man
The next you know I was throwin rubberbands

2:]
Shawty tellin me she neva suck no dick
took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I aint get upset right now
But I I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry bitch you might be
But I bet your aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy tee
When dem man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
I dont pay her but I still keep that on me
Imma the shit in East baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves three
Aint no waffle house baby I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy
Top the top on that thang let you see my
We've been rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

3:]
Gucci Mane ? nigga get your right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of
Sell a cush by a so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night
Im high Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my E-40
A rich star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least 40
Ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly
Take two of pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so
Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good

Ay Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well I might be. But got damn what is you doin.
You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova right.
Look I aint K-Rab baby You know I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum.
What I'm doin is not business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on make you like you a waitress. So do what you do iight.
Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what you drankin.
Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk nd we'll be straight how bout that.
And is you is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, I might be,
I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH