| East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
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| Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
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| Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in Bout the same time that that thang kicked in Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
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| Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
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| Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
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| Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
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| Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
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| Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
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| On two eighty five i keep ridin in a circle
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| The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
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| Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and
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| a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
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| went to the strip club and request that im da man
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| The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
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| Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick
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| Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
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| You a lie but I aint gonna get upset right now
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| But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
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| You say you marry well bitch you might be But I bet your husband aint Icy like me She stand on B.C. |
| in my ashy black tee
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| When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
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| I dont pay her but I still keep that thrax on me Imma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves thats three
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| Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
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| Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
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| Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
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| Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
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| We’ve been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks
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| Gucci Mane nigga get your mind right
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| Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
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| sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
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| See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
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| Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
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| So tell me when to go like my name E-40
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| A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party
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| Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
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| ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
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| take two of these pillz call me in the morning
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| Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
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| Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal
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| Ay wassup Gucci Mane. |
| Why you sweatin so hard? |
| Is you rollin or somethin.
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| Shit well baby I might be. |
| But got damn what is you doin.
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| You jockin a playa. |
| You ch-Chewy ova here right.
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| Look I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I’m not a piece of Bubblegum.
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| What I’m doin is not your business. |
| But matta of fact
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| while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? |
| Cause
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| the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress.
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| So do what you do iight. |
| Imma give you this hundred dollars.
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| Go get you what ever you drankin. |
| Bring me and click
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| about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we’ll be straight how bout that. |
| Aand is you straight
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| is you single or is you marry.
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| Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be,
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| Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Might Be, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Classics: I Am My Only Competition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп