| Gucci Mane and I’m a sugar daddy
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| Diamonds on so they lookin' at me
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| She actin' like she don’t fuck with me
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| But her booty cheeks keep winkin' at me
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| Summertime, some am I
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| Pockets pokin' like a porcupine
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| Shawty standin' like a horse at night
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| Think I’m 'bout to buy a Porsche or nine
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| Gucci Mane out the fed joint
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| So married bitches want the voices now
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| Drop Rolls, laid back, Lambo, I got choices now
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| I put the crazy dick on your main chick
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| So now the girl hear voices now
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| Earring scream a hundred thou'
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| Bling-blaww I can’t turn 'em down
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| Lookin' like I drop work off
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| First off, I take my shirt off
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| Next off, I let the top down
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| Then me and baby girl skrrt off
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| Tellin' Gucci Mane «I ain’t it»
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| She seen Wop and she fainted
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| Gorgeous and she famous
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| Pretty face so I paint it (It's Gucci)
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| Feelin' I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon' stop me now
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| Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
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| Put on my chain, stop me, calling' me papi
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| Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
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| Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
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| Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
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| I know, I know, she needs, oh yeah
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| So many bricks, had to Gucci my sweater
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| Pull up on Gucci, we Gucci wherever
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| She think its real, I know I can do better
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| Come to the face tryna keep it together
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| I know you down for whatever
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| That guy there done made you a savage
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| You built for whatever
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| Foreigns, my foot on the pedal
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| I’m good so I’m racin' the devil
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| That iced out my bezel
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| Shout out AG 'cause it made me a killer
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| I know the cops and the ops want the killers
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| South of LA we don’t smoke Reggie Miller
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| codeine I can barely remember
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| My niggas don’t drop a dime or a nigga
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| You die, alright, they won’t miss you
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| Pull up with clips, they hang out like they with you
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| Lost my day one, gotta tote through the pictures
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| I know when I broke your heart, you was dinner
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| I had to through and
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| Gucci bandana, I tied on a pistol
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| He just drip sauce when I kill him
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| The tens ride around on the
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| Feelin' I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon' stop me now
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| Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
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| Put on my chain, stop me, calling' me papi
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| Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
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| Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
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| Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
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| I know, I know, oh yeah
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| Feelin' I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon' stop me now
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| Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
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| Put on my chain, stop me, calling' me papi
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| Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
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| Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
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| Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
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| I know, I know, oh yeah |