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gucci mane - 3rd quarter lyrics

[chorus:]
is you rollin’? yea i roll kush daily, f-ck you pay me, f-ck you f-ck you,
f-ck the ceo, f-ck the artist and the goons too
smell like p-ssy over there, n-gg- f-ck you

[verse 1:]
money keep coming in so i ain’t even worried
i’m richer than your daddy baby i ain’t even thirty
a n-gg- made a diss song and i ain’t even heard it
never mention homey name cause he ain’t worth it
thought about a charm cause i felt like splurging
showed my jeweler love then he made the chain perfect
man, i’m one take perfect, vvs diamonds chains, don’t they look pretty
and i don’t leave with the ones, n-gg- that’s petty
this pretty red girl said “f-ck it i’m quitting”
dance till your white big toe start splitting
i’m hood rich, stupid rich, and i ain’t bullsh-tting
a thousand carats on baby i ain’t bullsh-tting
eight grand gone i ain’t been ten minutes
baby gimme two minutes, twenty more coming
later do eighty-four hundred i’m throwing
duty truck, hummer truck, my truck game stupid
just like lo i pull up in something foolish
red diamond chain but it sure ain’t cupid
i came along way from that ’84 buick.
its gucci

[chorus:]
is you rollin’? yea i roll kush daily, f-ck you pay me, f-ck you f-ck you,
f-ck the ceo, f-ck the artist and his goons too
smell like p-ssy over there, n-gg- f-ck you

[verse 2:]
my car game foolish boy, i’ll show you how to do things
dirty shoes shawty first you need to change your shoestrings
all on my d-ck like a b-tch with a g-string
sucker -ss n-gg- like a n-gg- with a tongue ring
gucci got a pump and i bought that thing for one thing
smoked nine joints now the n-gg- think he john wayne
yea i think i’m bad cause i got a stupid fight game
one punch shawty i will make you see the light mayne
stomp-out shawty i will make you read my jordans
try gucci mane boy you must be r-t-rded
glock forty-five but i still got the forty
have your ma-ma screaming “o lordy”
shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
so icy trap boss, try me i will kill you
shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
so icy ceo, p-ssy i will kill you

[chorus:]
is you rollin’? yea i roll kush daily, f-ck you pay me, f-ck you f-ck you,
f-ck the ceo, f-ck the artist and his goons too
smell like p-ssy over there, n-gg- f-ck you

[verse 3:]
drumma boy on my mixtape how u do dat
gucci wat it cost kuz i know he charge a hole lot
cash out shawty man i thnk i want the hole lot
if it ain’t pimped out den i gota hole lot
30 minutes gon n i thnk i smoked a hole lot
not by myself man i smoked it with the hole house
drop top chevy wen i pull up to ma old house
man it feel good ridin round my hood iced out

- gucci mane lyrics

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