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GUCCI MANE lyrics : "Million Dollar Man"

[Verse 1]
The crowd in a wage, Gucci gettin paid
Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage

Young Gucci Mane hottest ^!$$% in da A
Sellin plenty Yae, movin 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut wit da T-top

Now I'm in a S-L-5 wit a top drop
Spot the handle, Ridin down Conloe
Baby it's a kodak momment get yo Camera

Gucci Mane Laflare ^!$$% damn what you say
Girls goin crazy bout da ^!$$% what da waves
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers

Boy best dress ever since 8th grade
You don't really know us man wit the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it a make you throw up

Mama imma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move in weight so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight ^!$$% dead fresh with a Mink coat

Lookin for a big booty (*##$ with a deep throat

[Chorus x2]

I gotta 100 dolla haircut,
A million dolla smile
I gotta trillon dolla brain

Million dolla worth of game
Hoes goin crazy bout dat ^!$$% Gucci Mane
Same, sippin 58's an aint a damn thang change!


Un! aint a damn thang change
Hoes goin crazy bout dat ^!$$% Gucci Mane


[Verse 2]
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk

Came to the club I was already drunk
Laid back young ^!$$% never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil sumin

Chain 7 VVS you will think I'm UPS
Cause I knock on yo door like I got yo address
Air fresh everyday ^!$$% dats me,

Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees
Gucci MPMP pony my famile need me to bring groceries
I'm a 6 4 weed mike check night check

I ant seen a ^!$$% off load me yet
A Vet an a Vet ridin through yo set
With you outta state (*##$es that I can't suffer wit

A blood poudet what we gone do next
Good sex good day they say imma good cat
Gucci mane Laflare don't $#&@ wit lil rats

Hit my blunt twice (*##$ an pass the blunt back

[Chorus x2]


Un! aint a damn thang change
Hoes goin crazy bout dat ^!$$% Gucci Mane


[Verse 3]
Freak man gucci Man ^!$$% I'm the man

Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard

Sir, I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a Nerd like a child swag of nerve
I'm sur we can work we can now make a verse

Kinda bir so I swerved my lil broads on the curve
Still in the hood gettin rich on the third
Watchin out for 12 cause the people serve

Imma let the world smoke riddin wit yo girl 4
All the gucci fans gucci broads wit your girl
[Chorus x2]

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