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

1:]
East Atlanta man is where I come from
Pass bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch in
Bout the same that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice
Im geeked up thinkin Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look Janet Jackson
Im off double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I know where I'm goin
On two five 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 strip club and request I'm da man
The thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

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

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

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

Shit baby 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 what I mean I'm not a of Bubblegum.
What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight.
Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you ever you drankin.
Bring me and click about ten of dem 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 might be, Bitch I might be