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

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

2:]
Shawty me she aint neva suck no dick
Neva took a 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 well bitch you might be
But I bet husband aint Icy like me
She on B.C. in my ashy black tee
dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
I dont pay her but I keep that thrax on me
Imma the shit in East baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two thats three
no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearin doces in the club you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that let you see my seats
been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

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

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

Shit well baby I 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 is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on make you look you a waitress. So do what 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 is you single or is you marry.
Cause I be, Bitch I might be,
Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be