Lyrics 2006 - Pee Wee Longway

2006

All these different bags, this shit get sour, smell like dog piss\nMy trap like a corner store, twenty-four hours, pull up and pick out your own\nstick\nOn everything\nSeven, zip, half, quarter, brick, whole thing\nWrist burr, neck ice, I don’t do plain jane (Okay)\nI might get in that mode, don’t sell a nigga nick', gotta come get the whole\nthing\nEverywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I’m feeling like Rick James\nRidin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)\nAyy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)\nRidin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Burr, burr)\n2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)\nDummy bricks, dummy bricks, dummy bricks, ayy\nFuck your plug, come shop with me\nYou can turn one into three\nRemix, Lamb' truck, all four pockets filled up with G’s\nI got my wife beater on and I’m lookin' for skeeze (Ayy, ayy)\nYeah, they order somethin', I might go pull out the mink\nIce around my neck lil' bitch can’t do nothin' but wink\nI got Sprinkle bags inside my rap, get gone in one week\nWe trap it, Longway, bitch\nSeven, zip, half, quarter, brick, whole thing\nWrist burr, neck ice, I don’t do plain jane (Okay)\nI might get in that mode, don’t sell a nigga nick', gotta come get the whole\nthing\nEverywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I’m feeling like Rick James\nRidin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)\nAyy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)\nRidin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)\nAyy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)