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gucci mane - fucking off lyrics

[hook: gucci mane]
she call my phone talkin’ ’bout i’m f-cking off, but she pro’ly the one that’s f-cking off
don’t call my phone talkin’ ’bout i’m f-cking off, when you the one that’s pro’ly f-cking off
she call me talkin’ ’bout i’m f-cking off, but she the one that’s pro’ly f-cking off
don’t call my phone talkin’ ’bout i’m f-cking off, cause you the one that’s pro’ly f-cking off

[verse 1: gucci mane]
at k.o.d., 50 i’m f-cking off
it’s me, birdman, weezy, scooter and ross
now my girl said that i can’t come to the house, she let me in but made me sleep straight on the couch
man i stay outta town, man i go in and out
yo’ friends they stay in our business, they need to hush, i’m out
bank account pregnant again, we need a bigger house
i’m making euros i might put ’em in a swiss account

[verse 2: young greatness]
my girl still trippin’, i said, “what’s wrong wit’ you?”
i told her i’m wit’ gucci tryna bus’-a-move
she think i’m here wit’ nicki, i say, “girl you lyin'”
cause i just got my potatoes and them chickens frying

[hook]

[verse 3: figg panamera]
i know that you f-cking off, girl i know you messy
you got on that rachet sh-t cause you gettin’ dressy
dressed up for nothin’ cause you hit my phone
all yo’ partners rachet, all of them give dome
all of them be smokin’, all of them be ridin’
all of them be doin’ trains, you know they be collidin’
me and my n-gga smokin’ in the back of the valley slidin’
so i seen another b-tch, and i told her, “let’s ride”
d-mn she don’t got no weed, she don’t got no fit on tight, and she ain’t got her weave
she don’t understand this boy right here be ’bout his st–z
so i told her hit them streets, then she understood me

[hook]

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