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gucci mane - dboy style lyrics
[intro]
sizzle, roll one real fat (it’s gucci)
what? (haha)
southside on the track, yeah
808, 1017, huh? (brr)
[verse 1]
i’m a trapper, i am not a rapper (no)
i mount the dawn up, it’s lookin’ like a raptor (d_mn)
you a hater, you are not a factor
big diamond choker on my neck, i got asthma
heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket
just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we’ll kick it
it’s ’bout survival, i’m bustin’ at my rivals (pow, pow)
i put a glacier on her hand, it went viral (burr)
egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from cairo
say ain’t no cap in your rap, but you a gyro
they kicked me out of college, i wasn’t embarrassed (no)
i graduated from pointers, moved on to carats (d_mn)
i promoted myself, gave me a salary (millions)
it’s still hard to believe i’m a celebrity
dark shades, i still see all the jealousy (i see ’em)
i’m in a pegasus, i’m racing for my legacy
[chorus]
i’ma rock my jewelry d_boy style
bust down my watch, bust down my smile (bling)
these f_ck n_ggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
but cookin’ up grams can’t go out of style
they said, “gucci went broke,” i said, “hush your mouth”
i’m off paper, got paper, they done f_cked up now (f_cked up now)
kick back on the couch in this big_ass house
with this olympic_size pool, i went the he_man route
[verse 2]
diamonds so cold, it’s like the heat ran out (huh?)
i need a wonder woman spouse and a he_man house (yeah)
i dropped the top in the v, then the freak came out (freaks)
then when she suckin’ on the d_ck, i thought her t__th came out
n_gga, i ain’t go to practice, n_gga, i don’t wanna scrimmage (nah)
twenty_two bricks, runnin’ with ’em like emmitt
mama couldn’t talk to me, i ain’t wanna listen (nah)
teacher couldn’t teach me ’cause i ain’t pay attention (f_ck it)
mr. drippy drippy have you swimmin’ with the fishes
they want the old gucci mane that do a verse for a chicken (skrrt)
old gucci mane sellin’ chicken for a living (wop)
water whippin’ in the kitchen, even then i had the vision (it’s gucci)
[chorus]
i’ma rock my jewelry d_boy style
bust down my watch, bust down my smile (bling)
these f_ck n_ggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
but cookin’ up grams can’t go out of style
they said, “gucci went broke,” i said, “hush your mouth”
i’m off paper, got paper, they done f_cked up now (f_cked up now)
kick back on the couch in this big_ass house
with this olympic_size pool, i went the he_man route (wop)
[outro]
huh?
yeah
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