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My pocket all swoll', my all chrome
I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your in the air
But when I'm in here, I don't really

'Cause I on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, that's the way you me, hon'

alive, it's alive, rounds cured the eyes
I had to bring the bitch back Frankenstein
I push weight but don't exercise
I get extra whipped for them eskimo pies

I'm in the 'hood the mayor 'round election time
Here's a suggestion: don't park your car next to
start when the light hit, I 'posed to shine
Your is garbage, they let me out just in time

They got a section but none of the ho's are
They need to exit, don't let the grind you by
I run 'round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line, walk in, and the crowd divide

Still stuck outside, that's the ugly
Looked Medusa in the eye and died
This is top secret shit,
Don't blame me, was the mastermind

I can't breathe, can't breathe, Braxton time
I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael time
I keep on buying ice I lost my mind
This bloodline of is supposed to shine

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the everything goes
in the air, put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here, I really care

'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I on 'em
Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, that's the way you love me,

up, hurry up Gucci on the news
They say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid
They tryin' to find out what it do, it, you confused
Too much on me, hundreds fallin' out my trous'

My yellow wrist, bright as piss, bitch, on the
Big Gucci called Swizz, make a hit
Two in this world I ain't ever seen
Are you a foreigner, nigga? I to help me get mimi

I hope you suffocate, me told her, baby, let me
'Cause I don't chase nothin' but paper, bitch, you're me
Excuse my French, but this is Gucci, I'm so fucking
It don't make no sense to for any of these motherfuckers

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the club goes
Bottles in the air, put lighters in the air
But when I'm in here, I don't really

I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, the way you love me, hon'

Somebody my life is it
I said nah dog, my is it
Now I'm back, on 'em like I never, never left
Plus the boy here, I'm fresh to death

Woo, Christians on my
See, I can't fall for Suzuki
Now I'm off decks
Don't worry the haters, they gonna be upset

And the Black Card in my back
The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder
Yeah, I'm on the highway
And you should me, I did it my way

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your in the air
But when I'm in here, I really care

'Cause I on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, the way you like it, huh?
Yeah, the way you love me, hon'