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gucci mane - pyrex pot lyrics

“pyrex pot”

[intro]
gucci mane (gucci mane)
big cat, laflare (big cat, laflare)
let’s get it (let’s get it)

[chorus]
half a brick in a pyrex pot
trying to make me a dope boy knot
two pounds and i’m like real big
stacking double see the n-gg- so big
i got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up
got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3x]

uh! i’m going on a trap-a-thon
gucci mane like gotti i’m the dapper don
uh! hundred g’s in my gucci bag
so if you look at me wrong i’ma do yo’ -ss
uh, gucci mane, i’m the bread and b-tter
run trap, sell crack, n-gg- spread your hustle
uh, pockets fatter than oprah winfrey
gucci mane i’m the baller of the f-cking century
uh, iced out like babe an’ them
i can sell mo’ records than shade an’ them
uh, gucci mane you’re a c-cky fella
i make it rain so you better get you umbrella
uh, and my watch is on another level
cl-sters of diamonds and they bunched together
uh, why you talking so much sh-t?
yo b-tch, cause i’m so rich

[chorus]

okay somethin white like michael jackson
bust the sh-t out the rubber then i start to trappin
gucci mane got the lone ticket
run stack for the midget n-gg- f-ck with me, uh
shawty say he short a couple stacks
the diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh
yo’ money short like spud webb
bend down n-gg- broke n-gg- need help, uh
my money talking like dikembe
gucci mane i make a friday out of wednesday, uh
mo dough than cvs
still making moves, thuggin with s-y-s, uh
all my shows better be whippin up
j’s keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
and me and cad in a hum-vee
yellow diamonds got me lookin like a b-mblebee, uh

[chorus]

gucci got a plug, for the square face
got them quarter ki’s, i call ’em chicken w-ngs
got the gangster peas, i call ’em collard greens
we got them ex pills, we call ’em skitters mayne
gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
got some cocaine jumping out the d-mn pot
get some cool water, it’s too d-mn hot
all i want for christmas is the dopeman knot
hustle harder, be smarter
we gonna eat when i bring it out the water
36 o’s, for the 17
five for the drive, 17-5

- gucci mane lyrics

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