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CHORUS:
Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stuntin on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours No shit shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Im 24 hours Its Gucci Nigga ! How that sound Cori. Verse: Damn its a good day. Damn its a good day Call Drama boy and told him lets go make a hood tape First thang Ima do pull out my 7'4 Candy coated black things sittin on them 40 O's 24 towers, 8 bricks of powder, 10 bells of dro What i payed for the flour Dont talk about my lambo talk about my Rarri Talk about my phantom, talk about my Harley Brick Squad Biker boy , angel named Charlie Dudes goin psycho white boy narlie Every 24 seconds passin me the marley Lames tryna diss dont effect me hardly CHORUS: Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stunting on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards So 24 hours Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours No shit shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours Its Gucci ! Verse: Im goin to the bank again make a deposit Its gettin kinda chilly bring my minks up out tha closet Gettin kinda warm get my jewerly out the safe If it be a problem put the hater in his place Im slicker than a oil spill Sharper than a razor Im screamin anybody get it like my nigga Magor Finna cop a condo and fill it up with ammo Brick Squad Bandana on I think Im fuckin Rambo Its Gucci Ima killer so dont push me Brick Squad aint no pussy niggas Runnin wit dem wig splittas Niggas screamin roll one Gucci let me hold some But I cant let you hold none I hit you wit the whole draw Chorus: Ima 24 hours, money and the power Stuntin on the hoes and shittin on the cowards So 24 hours Ima 24 hoyrs. Ima 24 hours No shit, shave or shower Until I get my money back I gotta get my money up Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours Its Gucci ! Verse: Im fuckin wit a white girl you can call me Ice t Cause I got my crystals on you can call em Spike Lee Robbin me unlikely last time drop em Hollow tip stopped em I aint have time to box him Stuntin like an actor Runnin like an athlete Strait to the money like a sprinter at a track meet First signed Waka , then i signed Gucci Then I sign Brick Squad tell em come sue me Chorus: |
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| 2. |
| 4:10 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:47 |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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[Intro:]
"Drumma Boy" [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It's Gucci! Unghh) [Gucci Mane:] Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain't goin back I blow stack after stack after stack after stack At the rack everyday and they knowin that Well I'm blowin that and I'm doin this And my red flag got the haters pissed Don't reckless, this not a diss This not a threat, this real shit And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me Ain't no toppin me, and ain't no robbin me Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out We reckless, we O.G. On Acuras and they textin us But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn? I'm blood in and blood out on Flat Shoals with big sand And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes Two bloods and two rides with fo' nines and gang signs So what's up? The pricety, I'm icey as iced tea I'm the king of diamonds and the princess shinin And all mine behind me [Chorus: x8] Let's get reckless, let's get reckless [Cap:] Oh yeah! Cap, I'm in beast mode Hell yeah I'm on reckless If you don't like it pussy nigga come check this Respect this or meet your death wish There's 17 bird on my necklace I fuck with dem and they fuck with me Don't fuck with us, get the fuck from 'round Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e'rybody goin HAM Don't test this, cause if you do That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn Look what the fuck done happened Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin That I'm worryin about the [?] pulled out No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene I'm smashin Bye, gone - boy you better catch up nigga Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan' fess up, get your block up Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone Signin autographs who's stylin? [Chorus] [Chill Will:] Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say I'm swag surfin Your girl with ya she ain't lookin but her ass flirtin See I'm a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains And I just made yo' nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin And I don't mean I'm jackin off when I say I'm chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo' we call that chokin chickens I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin My dawgs love me on I'm on the mic talkin reckless Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin [Chorus] |
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| 4:00 |
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Shout Out To My Set. Shout To My Set. Shout Out My Connect. Shout Out My Connect. Shout Out To My Check. Shout To My Check. Shout Out My Wrist & Neck. Shout Out My Wrist & Neck. Im A Man of Respect. Man of Respect. & Imma Nigga With A Check. Nigga With A Check. Imma Man of Respect. Man of Respect. A Niqqa with A Check. Niqqa With A Check.
Wooh Da Kidd: Shout Out To Youur Main Bitch. Shout To Her Neck. It's Cold Outside I Dont Got Time To Play. So Please Dont Get Wet . its Just me With My Young Boy At Your Door With The Teck. Aint Shit For Free. That's It For Me I Demand A Check. Shout Out To My Weed Man, I Call Him The Geek Squad I Smoke To Much. I Just Lost My Thoughts. I'm Feelin like A Retard. Got 2 Best Freaks Plus Me Riding In That 2 Seater. They Face To Face. Im By Myself But They Huggin Like A Wife Beater. Shout Out To My Og For Him Im Puttin In Work. Shout To Them Real Killa's Thats Puttin In That Twerk. Wooh Da Kidd A Real Nigga . Shout Out To My Set. Shout Out To My Bruler For My Wrist & Neck. Chorus. Gucci: Shout Out To My Accountin. My Attorney's & Manager's . & Shout Out To My 26's Dat Sittin Up Under My Challenger. Imma Professional.Your A Ammetour Youur A Artist Im A Animal. I Eat Rubbers. Im Hanibal Not Canibal. Im A Carnivore. Im A Dinasour. Your A Herbivore. I Use Verbs Up Verbs You Proably Aint Never Heard Before . Faith Trapper Never Sold Birds Before Proably Never Even Use Dirty Words Before But Not Me. Cant Stop Me. Aint No Hood Nigga Gonna top Me . Im Focus. Just Watch Me I Send out Shout Out To My Posy . I Send A Shout Out To My A-r. My Tek-9 & My A-k I Dont Play Not A Day. Not A Way Im Gucci. Salute Me Or Shoot Me. Make Next Move Your Best Me. Every Move Around Me Is A Chest Move. Real Goon's Dont Aim For The Chest Fool Chorus. |
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| 6. |
| 4:06 |
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[Beginning x2]
I love things about her I love the way she treat me I love the way she fuck me I love the way she suck me [Gucci] Im a trapaholic All I do is ball Tear the mall down, naw trick Don't flag me down see me down town rarri I didnt mean to shit on you excuse me sorry Verse so slick make my video marvelous Polo to the floor Ralph down like carlton Try the CEO they gone put you on a carton I don't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb Plenty rocks on my arm Me & Rocko the Don, East Atlanta's a slum Where I'm from got a gun in the club havin fun And after its done no more coaches to call it After party bachelor party they shoulda called it [Chorus x2] I love things about her (but don't love her ) I love the way she treat me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) [Rocko] Man I love the way she shake it I like it cause she groovin Love to see her naked I love to watch her move it I like her she the coolest Good head on her shoulders I love the way she use it Ay, I like the way she fuck me Love the way she suck me Love how everytime we play she catch it like rugby I love she know whats up with me She love me cause I'm gutta I like a lot about her though still don't love her Still super cool though Yeah she my lil buddy She be sharper than ah pencil Yeah she my lil cutti Shawty say I'm dirty but when I see ha she wanna hug me Super swag carrots match all my bitches love me [Chorus x2] I love things about her (but don't love her ) I love the way she treat me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) [Webbie] I love how she be swallowin my nut then she be throwin me up I love how she fuck but still I hate when she be blowin me up All the bustas a sweat ha only ballers can get ha She a flipper I love she do whatever I tell her Yeah I like her a lot but still don't love her at all I hate pussy ass niggas but im in love with them mall I got a crush on white diamonds & I got a thang for dat kush That sour diesel's my favorite you betta watch how you look Quick to take ya lil diva & treat that hoe like a slut She was suckin on gucci I had my dick in her butt You know I'm bad bitch crazy 187's my favorite Infatuated with money free boosie boo the streets crazy [Chorus x2] I love things about her ( but don't love her ) I love the way she trick me (but don't love her ) I love the way she fuck me (but don't love her) I love the way she suck me (still don't love her) |
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| 3:33 |
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[Chorus]
I know that I need ha But dont know how to treat ha But you deserve better baby,better baby,better baby You deserve better baby,better baby,better baby Though I wanna keep ha Be jealous if she leave uh But you deserve better baby,better baby,better baby You deserve better baby,better baby,better baby And I cant hold you back baby [Verse] I really think I love her but I dont think I know I could I know I wanna fuck her but Really thinking if I should How can I believe her I dont even believe myself Tell me how to trust her I cant even trust myself And I cant live alone At the end of the day cant fuck myself I told her Im confused And she told me to go fuck myself Now Im alone in this world Nothing left but me But I was born all alone So I guess thats how its meant to be But she was sent to me And I didnt recognize And I blame it on ma pride On a fact gon send aside it Eyes redder than a rose Heart bluer than a violet My heart broke and Im heartless And aint no need to hide it (Gucci) [Chorus] [Verse] A heart breaking is heart broke Imma tell the truth cause we grown folks Why you lookin through ma phone fo Thats why we ended up none more You done know me like Chan Doe Done left me up in my condo Looking for you like Wardo My nose open like Gunzo I think I love her I dont know I like her alot but she loco She crazy, swagged up, I try to hug her she want more In and out ah town all the time She in and out ma mind all the time I cant lie baby girl stupid fine But Im out the tush got that stupid grind She loves me now or she loves me not Treat me cold no she treat me hot Caramel but not apricot Got one chance wont miss the shot I know she special yeah alot I know someone might take ma spot Cant lie it may hurt alot But uh she need a man or not(Its Gucci) [Chorus] |
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| 3:28 |
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| 4:49 |
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| 10. |
| 4:20 |
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| 11. |
| 3:46 |
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| 12. |
| 3:53 |
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| 13. |
| 6:22 |
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