Gucci Mane Lyrics

CRASH DUMMY Lyrics by Gucci Mane (Zaytoven) It’s Guwop (Yeah) Well damn (Huh) Nigga, I hate to see you here (Burr) Huh Tell the truth, you went out like a

Still So Icy Lyrics by Gucci Mane Million dollar grill, but the smile priceless This a Richard Mille nigga, not a Brightland I got so much ice, I named my

I Need You Lyrics by Gucci Mane In the glitter, the limelight where the world sees only eyes Behind the flash, the fame, the game, it’s you who pays the

Voices Lyrics by Gucci Mane Damn I keep hearing this voice in my head “Fuck them niggas, they left you for dead” (Fuck ’em) I can do better my own,

Preference Lyrics – Gucci Mane (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) I prefer thick hoes But I ain’t got a preference I don’t fuck nothin’ but bad hoes But I ain’t got a preference

You Don’t Love Me Lyrics by Gucci Mane & Sexyy Red In my Benz, behind tint With my fake lil’ small lil’ bitch Got a project bitch that used to

Chanel Bag Lyrics Gucci Mane Brr, brr It’s Gucci Brr, brr She don’t want no lame nigga, she like drug dealers (Brr, brr) Her pussy ain’t for broke niggas, she

TakeDat Lyrics Gucci Mane Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit We love you Perc 1017 We just fuckin’ around, but no Diddy (Hahahaha, no)

Cold Lyrics by Gucci Mane (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Thinking ’bout them cold nights (Cold), sleeping in that cold cell Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me

Talkin to the Streets Lyrics by Gucci Mane (feat. Mac Critter) Mike Willy ZayTiggy It’s Gucci Burr Go I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I’m Elvis

INTERNET CHATTER Lyrics by Gucci Mane Had to take a breath of fresh air Murda, Guwop (Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice) Only two choices you got, dead

Say No Mo Lyrics by Gucci Mane (Zaytoven) Huh? Huh? (Zaytoven) Ziggy, Ziggy In that pocket, in that motherfucking pocket (Huh?) Burr (Burr) East Atlanta Santa, nigga (Yeah) (It’s gettin’

Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Lyrics by Gucci Mane Like I finally got a chance to just breathe, you know what I’m sayin’? All this hard work done paid off My

Glizock & Wizop Lyrics by Gucci Mane Ayy, it’s Glizock and Gwuop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah) Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot

There I Go Lyrics – Gucci Mane Mike Will Made-It, Mike Will Made-It, Mike Will Made-It Mike Will Made-It, Mike Will Made-It, Mike Will Made-It Mike Will Made-It, Mike Will

Broken Hearted Lyrics – Gucci Mane Can anybody cure me from a broken heart? And put it back together ’cause it fell apart The blunt, I lit the blunt, we

Now It’s Real Lyrics – Gucci Mane I could’ve been in prison with a hundred years Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill’ (Huh) Had to

Woppenheimer lyrics – Gucci Mane Broke people like bringin’ up the past, I’m talkin’ recently (What the fuck?) I know what I did for you, but what you did for

Married with Millions Lyrics – Gucci Mane Huh Yeah Brrah (Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Go I’m married with millions (Huh), I’m married

Bluffin Lyrics – Gucci Mane & Lil Baby Kutta, cut that shit up, man Switch the ‘Rari when I want, we at the other, other spot Me and bro ain’t