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gucci mane – cyeah lyrics

cyeah
(feat. chris brown, lil wayne)

[intro: gucci mane]
cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah

[hook: gucci mane]
i don’t really do this much, but baby girl i might
fly you buy you crazy things, that’s cause you’re the type i like
cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[verse 1: gucci mane]
do you know who i am? baby girl my name the sh-t
i’m the sh-t, yeah the sh-t, gucci mane off in this b-tch
when i spit stupid swift, i feel like i got a gift
leave the truck ’bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]
i’m a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do i pimp
cause i walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill
light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff
drink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth
40k on a wednesday, catch me in the m
look at me, look at them, don’t i look better than him
girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels
and my drop top match my ears, no flaugin’ i keep it real

[hook x2]

[verse 2: chris brown]
they done f-cked around and let me back on my g sh-t
my wheels big, they deep dish
engine bigger than a mo’f-cker, but on the dashboard you see fish
see-through, all blue, i’m bigger than a barracuda, f-ck you
whole bunch of n-gg-s in my clique, they the realest
and i’m f-ckin’ with the motherf-ckin’ dogs too
all this money, i done met my quota, i’m ’bout it b-tch
flow sick, track ebola, polow this that sh-t
for all the ladies you know this that d-ck, hold up, wait a minute
did he just say that? yes i did
now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like
microphones i blaze, any little beat, any track i’ll kill it
f-ckin’ a model straight playboy, i stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
got girls in the club with their lace front swingin’
lookin’ at my girl like, no you didn’t
somebody better call 911 with all this motherf-ckin’ p-ssy i’m killin’

[hook x2]

[verse 3: lil wayne]
uh, stay in line ho
yeah, get your mind right b-tch
yeah, all p-ssy ain’t good p-ssy
and i don’t like bald p-ssy, i like wolf p-ssy
my woman f-ck me good and make kush cookies
pockets on snookie, i wouldn’t f-ck snookie
i skate hard and f-ck a b-tch harder
shawty got a donk, call her vince carter
eat a red bone, like red velvet cake
f-ck a n-gg- wife, and eat the wedding cake
and if that n-gg- trippin’, tell him yellow tape
i’m like 5’6″, d-ck 7’8″

[hook x2]

- gucci mane lyrics

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