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I know my body took a lot of ink Lungs smoke a lot of stink Bladder piss a lot of pink Because that lean I like to drink My face got a lot of tats My grill got a lot of gold My mouth talk a lot of shit My dick fuck a lot of hoes My stomach be filled with shrimp, Legs limping like a pimp Gazelles on my fucking frame, waves all in my temp My mind it be on the prize, hands on with the nine My traphouse it keep a line, because I'm selling Duncan Hines Gucci Mane a millionaire, my house I be seldom there I always be on the road, bank account got several 0's My britches be True Religion, in the kitchen cooking chickens Smoking Swishers, busting Phillies, bought two Raris, spent a milli [Chorus] This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain Jane But I'mma put some rocks off in it anyway These haters they gon' hate on you like anyway (anyway) So I'm gon' put some rims on my shit anyway Anyway (anyway) Anyway (anyway) I dumped her, I can find another any day (any day) Anyway (anyway) Anyway (anyway) It's not that hot outside but I'mma drop it anyway Letras de canciones Maybach sitting way back Said Maybach? Yeah it's out back I mean Outback, with my Australian bitch She got a fat ass and some big tits I fuck with her cause her accent Where the Hublot? Cause it accent My Louis V shades Plus it match the Ace of Spades (?) Talkin Audemars got two of 'em One plain jane, one iced-out Nigga tried me, knocked his lights out Got goonies but I'm hands-on Run the check up for my man's 'nem That's A-1 FBG Free Boosie, Free B.G. (You know that's anyway) I'm a Don ho; your house the size of my Condo I just rap shit for the fun ho Last of a dying breed [Rocko, young dinosaur Old school, still wear Tretorns Where that money at? I want me some With your main bitch and your little sis Know what time it is nigga, threesome [Chorus] I drop the top like, "Fuck it" I'm not in no lil' Cutlass I pull up in a "What the fuck I don't know was it" I know it cost my budget I know the bitches love it I got haters disgusted I'm smoking on that mustard I'm east Atlanta and I say it loud Got a black Ferrari because I'm black and proud I got a yellow one, it's like salt and pepper When I put 'em together they stand out I'm a biker, hitchhiker that's what you are with your thumb out Got a Spyker with some rims on it, and the back tires they poke out Got a lighter? Let me borrow that so I can smoke me on this ganja! Versace shades Stevie Wonder. Can't see these niggas they under Your label's a sandcastle: it's about to crumble Like Barry Sanders don't fumble It's Gucci Mane knockin numbers (Gucci!) [Chorus] From Letras Mania