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Gucci Mane Bitch I Need That

where the Bentley car keys at Bitch I need that, bitch I need that, bitch I need that, keys at, bitch I need that, bitch I need that

of dem stop boys I acts a ass I get out my mind And I toat I toast I toast that iron I skeet hot shit hot shit if you cross that line I don't fuck with

Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Intro] Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds [X4] [Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)] Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp

you Running day shit I call that my rotten apple I don't need no chauffeur I can drive that shit my fucking self Ooh my smoke my glock my bro I'm strapped

rip you off some? I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's Let me look rich, I wanna have his son I sip perignon but do I look dumb Get a job shawty turn

off them gym bags [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] I'm stayin countin gualas while I walk into the kitchen My rang and my watch show my necklace I was trippin I

but I ain't on that I'm way fucked up I'm way tore back And I don't give a fuck I got it like that They took a niggas juice I got it right back And now

that is Mama that's just gucci man that my boy that's my partna I'm gucci man biggest fan Plus she don't know what that is I'm with that I don't give

they call you Gucci Mane I am not a groupie Gucci I put that on everything I put that on everything, she put that on everything We put that on everything, I put that