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Gucci Mane Lyrics

GUCCI MANE Song: PILLZ Album: HARD TO KILL

Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin
Gucci:Bitch i might be
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up
Gucci:Bitch I might be
Yeeaaaaahhh!

East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
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
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On two eighty five i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and request that im da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
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
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans
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
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We’ve been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

Gucci Mane nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal

Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I’m not a piece of Bubblegum. What I’m doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we’ll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH

Artist: GUCCI MANE Song: MY CHAIN Album: HARD TO KILL

My Chain My Chain Dont You Like My Chain Mane Young Gucci Mane And I’m Poppin Off The Chain Mane And My Jacob Is So Fruity Call Me Gucci Mane Or You Call Me Gucci Gucci

I Came To Da Club Just To Floss My Chain Mane Catched Another Charge And I’m Going To The Chain Gang Oh I Think Im Icy Sold A Hundred Thou Eating Bologna Selling White Streaks Dont You See How Bright It Is City Girls And Country Girls Be Telling Me How Tight It Is These Girls They Be Choosey Diamonds Be So Sparkly They Think My Chain Was Moving My Chain Is Off The Chain Stacked Up Me Some Money Budged It Off And Bought A Chain Check The Way My Chain Hang Gucci I Dont Gang Bang All I Do Is Chain Swang

Gucci You Be Shining Gucci You Be Shining Man Gone Turn Me On Dog Tell Me Who Your Chain Man My Girlfriend Acting Lame She Say Im Acting Different Just Because I Got This Chain Haters Get Your Hating On When They See Them Yellow Stones Holla At Cha Later On My Chain Hang To My Shoe String Like My Watch And Ring But I Know You Love My Chain My Chain Hang To My Ding-A-Ling I Do My Thug Thing When Im In The Club Mane When You Heard So Icy You Thought Of Gucci Mane I Got That Stupid Money So I Bought A Stupid Chain

Artist: GUCCI MANE Song: SO ICY (FEAT. YOUNG JEEZY) Album: TRAP HOUSE

I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy

All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I’m so icy, so icy
Girl don’t try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I’m so icy, so icy

Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
I’m iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y’all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Man what the fuck y’all…yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same ‘ol G (‘ol G)
I’m da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don’t like me
I’m wit da Gucci Mane and I’m so icy

She diggin my fit, she think I’m da shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don’t kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece,
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
wit da antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can’t walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it’s not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain’t petty
I’m icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, jeezy and Boo
We ain’t hatin pussy nigga ‘gon and do what u do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

I’m hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when da lights out
Cuz dat’s how monsters do it
Spit a lil game give ’em that flosser music
I’m da man from da C.H.I.
These lames runnin ’round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I’m pullin hoes in da club and I don’t even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit
And you know I’m in da cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain’t runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones

I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I’m da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I’m da bomb, just look at my charms
I know I’m da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

I’m so icy
Look at my charms
My…chain…hang
…down…to my dick

Artist: GUCCI MANE Song: BLACK TEE Album: TRAP HOUSE

I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
Im real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay)

You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee
Gucci Mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece
Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask
Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black ‘lac, black tag, fin’ to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutta he’ll steal money out ya purse
Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black beat, trappin on the front street
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don’t approach me
Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can’t smoke me

It’s Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Reppin UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee
Gucci chain swangin on the front of his black tee
Cadillac swangin, smokin blunts in his black tee
Stunt in his black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O’s for the 2-1
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town goin for the ten or fives
Im talkin cornflakes
Got inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

I got the all black Chevy on all black rims
Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims
On the all-black leather there’s a all-black mack
Tryin to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
They’ll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat

Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street
Chillin by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watchin Scarface on the flat screen
Told yall constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
I aint gotta keep tellin yall niggaz ima G
Ima just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

Im s-stainless in my black tee
Remainin in my black tee
On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee
Diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck them, probly neva wore a black tee
Workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
Im lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on
Fuck a sturdy shot, I’m goin straight for the bread home
I don’t know why yall niggaz dropped move b
Cause now Raheem’ll show ya punk ass a tree
Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee
Now I’m smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
Saw me in Valve then tried to fight me
Jus the same monkey shawty don’t take me lightly

Artist: GUCCI MANE Song: MONEY DON’T MATTER

(feat. Torica)

We Gon Do It Like This Yall
We Gon Do It Like That Yall
We Gon Do It Like This Yall (Put Yo ? In The Club)
We Gon Do It Like That Yall (Why Nitti On The Track)

All The Money Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
And All The Ice Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Your Girlfriends Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Any Nigga Dont Matter To Me (Ayyy)
Cuz I Dont Need To Fly To You
But Yous The Baddest Chick I Eva See (Badest Chick I Ever See)
Come Play On Gucci Team
Every Good King Needs A Queen (Needs A Queen)

The Way You Walk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Talk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Move Is, So Sexy
Everything About You Girl (Everything About You Girl)
My Eyes Decieving Me
She Wants To Be With Me
She Wants To Sleep With Me
Gucci Needs Two Or Three

I Keep Ya Icy (So Icy)

I Have Ya Supa Fresh (So Fresh)
I Know Ya Like Me
You Like The Way I Dress

Latley In Love With Me
Im In Light Wood
The Game Me So Head
I Spit One Night Worth
Keep A College Girl Past Her Curfew
Says She Like Me And She Like Her Too
Get A Bitch Suck A Dick What She Gon Do?
Point At The House Had Ta Point It On You
Tell Your Girlfriend & Your Best Friend Too
You Can Bring A Whole Dorm And They Can Have Some Fun Too

All The Money Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
And All The Ice Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Your Girlfriends Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Any Nigga Dont Matter To Me (Ayy)
Cuz I Dont Need To Fly To You
But Yous The Baddest Chick I Eva See (Badest Chick I Ever See)
Come Play On Gucci Team
Every Good King Needs A Queen (Needs A Queen)

The Way You Walk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Talk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Move Is, So Sexy
Everrything About You Girl (Everything About You Girl)
My Eyes Decieving Me
She Wants To Be With Me
She Wants To Sleep With Me
Gucci Needs Two Or Three

I Keep Ya Icy (So Icy)
I Have Ya Supa Fresh (So Fresh)
I Know Ya Like Me
You Like The Way I Dress

A Pretty Young Thang In Some Applebottom Jeans
Gold Tooth Man[?] For The Gucci Man Team
Says She Like The Way My Gold Grill Gleam
And My Chain Hang Low Down To
Down To My Ding A Ling

Gotta Bad Yellow Thang Down At The Au
Her She My Girl
But The Shit Aint True
I Give A Bitch The World But
She Dont Know What To Do
Parasuca Office Icey Fresh Hair Dos.

All The Money Dont Matter To Me
And All The Ice Dont Matter To Me
Your Girlfriends Dont Matter To Me
Any Nigga Dont Matter To Me (Ayyy)
Cuz I Dont Need To Fly To You
But Yous The Baddest Chick I Eva See (Badest Chick I Ever See)
Come Play On Gucci Team
Every Good King Needs A Queen (Needs A Queen)

The Way You Walk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Talk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Move Is, So Sexy
Everything About You Girl (Everything About You Girl)

We Hit The Louie Shop
Cuz All We Do Is Shop
Shut Down The Parking Lot
When We Jumped Out The Truck
Jeans And A Halter Top
They Askin What My Name
Money Dont Matter
Tourgad[?] And Gucci Mane

Ima Watch You Through The Hood On The 26’s
Buy You A Braclete Real Expensive
Gucci Only Holler At The Baddest Bitches
Love They Way A Boss Bitch Handle Her Business
Gucci Man
Fly Down The Street With My
Gotta Move The Blow But Its On The D-Low
Thats What They Made The Train And The Greyhound For

All The Money Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
And All The Ice Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Your Girlfriends Dont Matter To Me (To Me)
Any Nigga Dont Matter To Me (Ayyy)
Cuz I Dont Need To Fly To You
But Yous The Baddest Chick I Eva See (Badest Chick I Ever See)
Come Play On Gucci Team
Every Good King Needs A Queen (Needs A Queen)

The Way You Walk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Talk Is, So Sexy
The Way You Move Is, So Sexy
Everything About You Girl (Everything About You Girl)

Albums

* 2005: Trap House
* 2006: Hard 2 Kill
* 2007: Trap-A-Thon
* 2007: Back to the Trap House

Street Albums/Mixtapes

* 2006: Chicken Talk (with DJ Burn One)
* 2007: Ice Attack (with DJ Dutty Laundry & Zaytoven)
* 2007: Trap Happy
* 2007: Bird Flu (with The Empire)
* 2007: Ice Attack Part 2: Trapaholics (with DJ Dutty Laundry & Zaytoven)
* 2007: No Pad No Pencil
* 2007: Guap-A-Holics (with Shawty Lo)
* 2008: Chicken Talk 2
* 2008: Trap-Tacular
* 2008: So Icey Boy (Disk 1)
* 2008: Half-A-Brick
* 2008: Kitchen Talk (with DJ Drama)
* 2008: King Of Trap (with DJ 31 Degreez)
* 2008: EA Sportscenter (with DJ Holiday & Zaytoven)
* 2008: Mr. Perfect (Hosted By DJ Ace)

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