| 'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass nigga
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| I’m tatted up, dreads shaking, you know what the fuck it is
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| Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
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| You know, you know, you know, you know what it is
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| 'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass nigga
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| (Gucci, Gucci, Mane, nigga), Waka Flocka Flame, nigga
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| (Don't act like you don’t know my mothafuckin' name, nigga)
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| My swag sick, so I sneeze on a ho
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| I’m a Rich Boy, I might throw some Ds on a ho
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| Never seen one of these, I’m not one of them wannabes
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| This ain’t where you wanna be, then she can leave, beat your feet
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| On every beat I go honey-baked ham, I’m a beast
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| If it’s beef, leave you shiftless, laying on the street
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| Is it hot in this mothafuckin' booth or is it me?
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| Me and Jazze Pha go way back like Jazz and T
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| Smoking weed in a leaf, bitches sweat me like I’m Keith
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| There’s a very strong smell coming out the VIP
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| I’ma do it for the hood, I’m a product of the streets
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| We gon' put you up on game, all on the count of three
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| Shaking trees (?), she perceives, she might end up in too deep
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| Give it to her so good, have her coming in her sleep
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| Take a TwitPic of Gucci dick and send it as a Tweet
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| Ever since she met me, say them niggas obsolete
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| I’m buying cars I don’t really need, race 'em down the street
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| Got a Fleet, I can’t bring one out, I drive 'em by the three
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| In a league of my own, he don’t own a pair of cleats
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| I’m a freak on Patron, don’t sit your girlfriend next to G
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| He say he go as hard as me, tell him that I wanna see
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| Do six months, then get out and spend a million in a week
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| My seed gon' never want for nothing & I put that on my niece
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| I’m a hustler, guess it runs all through my family tree
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| Let me hop back on the set with this brand new single
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| Million dollar niggas still riding in a Regal
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| Hood ass young nigga, I got more stripes than a bengal
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| Shawty pulling slick shit, me and him not equal
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| Heard that boy not eating so Flocka just might feed you
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| Two Hundred V my hypeman, now that’s a good price, man
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| Gucci, that’s my right hand, two ounces in my Sprite can
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| AKA the Light Man, they call me Waka Flocka
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| Told my man Guwop I’ma make him a quarter-mil
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| Broke before these record deals, I’m just trying to keep it real
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| These rap niggas flopping, on the low these niggas stopping
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| Sexual Healing on your girl like I’m Marvin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know What It Is , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album The Movie Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп