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

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

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

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

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

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