gucci mane - same red rag lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
eskimos in the building; what up zay?
i got my end, you hold down yours
what it do?
cheah!
zay in the lab with me
so icey studios
[chorus: gucci mane]
i got a flaming red jacob, in my all red jag’
i went to baker’s with a hundred, in my same red rag (yeah!)
your daughter with nothing but g+ngb+ngers
ain’t that sad?
she wrapping up her micro’s, with my same red rag
got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag
five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag
with the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag
your little brother pledged in, now he can’t turn back, n+gga
[verse 1: gucci mane]
what up blood? blood in, no love
no slackers allowed, i’m making moves with thugs
i make plays for drugs, east atlanta is love
everybody in the clique known for totting a gun
bond money on deck, i’ll rob your ass
n+ggas wives sl+t hoes, that my boys done dragged
i’m a couple mill’ up, that’s legal cheese
already spent a quarter, on legal fees
wait ’til these motherf+ckers get a load of me
my essés in la, yeah, they mail the weed
they import the kis, i export the cheese
it’s gucci mane la flare, p+ssies, bet you scared of me
p+ssies!
[chorus: gucci mane]
i got a flaming red jacob, in my all red jag’
i went to baker’s with a hundred, in my same red rag (yeah!)
your daughter with nothing but g+ngb+ngers
ain’t that sad?
she wrapping up her micro’s, with my same red rag
got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag
five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag
with the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag
your little brother pledged in, now he can’t turn back, n+gga
[verse 1: gucci mane]
m+i+a, daddy, all chrome harley
o+seven ‘vette, on offset shorties
flaka+flaka+flame, i’ll knock down charles barkley
hoes going crazy like i’m nas barkley
off’n, often, i put ’em in coffins
zone six n+ggas don’t bark that often
brand new forty, will stop that talking
nine drop that ass, bet that ass stop walking
flat shoals, custer, lockland sergeant
smith/m street, call me, “back street shawty”
gucci back balling, f+ck black balling
i throw a bullet at you, catch it, like you steve largent
[chorus: gucci mane]
i got a flaming red jacob, in my all red jag’
i went to baker’s with a hundred, in my same red rag (yeah!)
your daughter with nothing but g+ngb+ngers
ain’t that sad?
she wrapping up her micro’s, with my same red rag
got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag
five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag
with the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag
your little brother pledged in, now he can’t turn back, n+gga
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