Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kansas , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 28.08.2014
Song language: English
Kansas |
| Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me |
| Got a real hot mouth, but she a stone cold freak |
| 10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach |
| Got a nigga from the country, come two times a week |
| I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats |
| And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth |
| Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat |
| Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat |
| 6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea |
| I’m a put this game on every bad bitch that I meet |
| I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings |
| I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream |
| Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin' |
| I’m servin' softball, I pitch underhanded |
| Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin' |
| Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas |
| My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it |
| My plug be speakin' Spanish I can’t understand it |
| So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin' |
| Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas |
| Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin' |
| Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances |
| I had a couple jooks didn’t go down how I planned it |
| I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it |
| You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded |
| Blowin' kush in the house, she smokin' second handed |
| I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed |
| Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin' |
| And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy |
| Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy |
| Cookin' dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy |
| I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy |
| Hold up wait, let me explain |
| Half my niggas move ki’s of 'caine |
| Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained |
| In my car’s where she give brain |
| Bought the V of Dorthy |
| Yellow road, sellin' bricks |
| Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch |
| Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye |
| We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky |
| Bitch, and you gon' take this trip to Kansas |
| And you gon' get them bricks of dandruff |
| I wash the money like it’s Head &Shoulders |
| I watch the money like a deadly cobra |
| And hit my phone once you got the bricks |
| You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss |