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gucci mane - stove music lyrics

[hook: gucci mane]
i’m feelin so gucci, got back on my old gucci
you know that stove music, trap boys sellin’ wholes to it
don’t get exposed to it, might make you put your nose to it
might kick your door and make you strip same way them hoes do it
i’m feelin so gucci got work yeah its so gucci
you know that stove music, trap boys sellin wholes to it
don’t get exposed to it, might make you put your nose to it
might kick your door and make you strip same way them hoes do it

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
(brick squad!)
.223 hanging with the 50 clip
51 and 50 mama don’t know u f-ckin wit
whole clique strapped up i ain’t never bump like this before say f-ck gucci and i’m kickin down yo mama door
the step child of hip hop
u can call me gangsta-hop
whole clique gangsta out
they prayin’ that to gangsta flock
soowoo to my bloods and bump this shout out to the west
money over b-tches so i put on my chest
north side jamaica queens you can call that sh-t my stompin’ grounds
get yo -ss stomped out pistol whipped or beat down
p-ss that white sheet now bet that boy sleep now
gucci mane and flocka you call that sh-t the a town

[verse 2: gucci mane]
rap game in a suplex, trappin’ outta duplex
workin’ with the work ain’t talkin bout bo-flex
fishscale flake, iced out my rolex
call me a landlord cause this my complex
standin’ by the pot right there where it go at
3 months, still ain’t bought no clothes yet
no sofa, no bed or hoe yet
everyday all day standin’ where the dope at
talkin’ to the plug like homie where the blow at
georgia where the sun, east atlanta where the snow at
100 to the lawyer, ain’t even been to court yet
dope like enough ain’t even hit it with the fork yet
stove work good, but the a/c bullsh-t
dread head young boys waitin’ on the door kick
six thou’ zone 6 smokin’ on a good sh-t
gucci mane out and he back on some kush sh-t
junkie at the door and he really dont want sh-t
feds tappin’ lines who you talkin’ on the phone with
still’ cookin’ up early 5 in the morning
workable pay fee n-gga like shoney’s
price go up, blow up in the drought
green comin’ in soft white going out
trapping my style ain’t never going out
work stocked up we ain’t never runnin’ out

[verse 3: yo gotti]
stove music homie, don’t you confuse it
lames gone cop it these boys gone abuse it
n-ggas seen me hustle, n-ggas know i robbed
n-ggas know i f-cked with gucci n them bricksquad
say i’m chopper dumb, still i’m street smart
say i’m fool bout the money, sprayin’, r-t-rd
my chain like the yellow bus, that b-tch cheesy
that boy might need some thuraflu
his ice game got him sneezin’
soft like tissue, its expensive
whole thang cost you 20 grand
hot like an audi hundred rounds let em know that i ain’t playin’
back on my old sh-t, back with my old b-tch
cocaine crazy, back on my stove sh-t

- gucci mane lyrics

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