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GUCCI MANE lyrics : "Mo Money"

( Oj Da Juiceman )
Ayyyyyyy
So icy entertainment(2x)

Young juice
Ayyy producing pitburg, boy ayyy, oh 8 2 rida, where my h2o rida, ohh aint that rhyme? So ICY ENTERTAINMENT!.



( Gucci Mane )


Boy hot boy, I think I need I side jump, don't hit me on that sidekick, cause I don't need a dodgecharge, Shy turkie turkie, bake it $$# with yo wife cook me, fold it in your favorite chair, now she got some good #~!!@, red #~!!@, throw that #~!!@, get money, high money, shawty getting good money, what they got a big diamond?

Young money, fun money, naw this aint young money, sign you in a friction boy, juice got his own money, SO ICY E.N.T, gucci got his own company, ball money, mall money, yall making small money, bite on my lyrics ^!$$%, think it's yo money, blow money, dro money dro money, mo money, flow money, mo money


Gucci Gucci Juicemane (haha) ya ^!$$%z aint gettin no money man


I'm on my C.E.O shyt right now mane, what it do juicemane?

You know we got 60 dollar weekend?quarter a months, million a quart, that's crazy man, 3-04 man, you know what I mean, my ^!$$%z know what I'm talking about, h.r 4 chise sees rain, na what I mean, eight hundreds so


Ima do me as low who the $#&@in man, walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man, sex-in the carbaby, girl bit my sex better, 9 mane mayweather, but I wrote Keyshia a love letter(go) you aint baggy baby babyshake yo bootyme, mane call nobody king ^!$$% I'm the king, in the pen for a murder I am not a murder, ^!$$% try to murder me, why I'm in the county for?


Shout out to my ^!$$% Killer Mike for that body rock, set gucci mane chain, I'm a make your party-started, so icy boy packa boy, we can make party rough, rain T-pain don't try me with that sissy stuff sissy $$# ^!$$%, (ha! )

I am mr. P-E-R-F-E-C-T

Get on these nuts yea so icy boy, jucieman, I am mr. game root-pocket, I screw with american girls so icy $$#, after this and this get off our $#&@ing dicks, is GUCCIII!

(Hood rich (*##$ Hood rich)


I love trap girls, I don't want bus it baby, I don't have a bucket baby, wanna scare on my mercedez, stuck on glits on humma truck, go ride on my junie baby, think play with cha, go to our future Katy, they wanna a murder me, next thing you know my new nocatti, 4 5 in my pocketscreen, I don't wanna hug nobody, see no evil hear no evil, later I see dead people, watch out scaring people so I call it mr. creeper creeper.


Boy hot I'm still stinging hot, I'm mr. perfect this the album, Gucci Mane mr. perfect, A plusses on our report card, on E.A on my father report

This the album baby, big %#@! poppin, I'm talking to you like it's a mixtape, you feel, I'm treat this shyt like a mixtape


Album shyt man, juiceman ^!$$%s so icy boys(Gucci King! )



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