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gucci mane – tell that girl lyrics

[intro: dj scream & gucci mane]
salute to all my trap girls and gutter b+tches across the nation (gucci!)
salute to my hoodrich official team, you know we nationwide
dj scream, n+gga
shouts out to my n+gga [?]
mlk
dj jay+o
dj black
dj spinz
swamp izzo
supastar j kwik

[chorus: gucci mane]
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
imma put some flavor in her ear
and tell your girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
imma put some flavor in her ear
and tell your girl what she wanna hear

[verse 1: gucci mane]
the rap game boring (chyeah)
there’s no comp, wake me up, i’m snorin’ (chyeah)
6 rings on you can call me rob horry (huh?)
still busting bricks down, zone 6 quarry (huh?)
told your girl my video shoot was in the morning (gucci, gucci)
shawty bring me out like she doing a performance (gucci)
your lil darling keeps on calling (huh?)
baby, you can call but don’t call that often! (well, d+mn!)
i’m so high i can see stone mountain (chyeah)
futuristic ride, gucci ridin’ like the jetsons (what?)
baby, no questions, let’s just exit (huh?)
say she got a man but the n+gga ain’t present (wow)
gucci got sensitivity, ralph tresvant (yes)
it’s gon’ be okay, baby girl, just suck it (yeahh)
gucci got sensitivity, ralph tresvant (huh?)
it’s gon’ be okay, baby+boo, just suck it

[verse 2: gucci mane]
lil mama lookin’ at me like i’m a piece of chicken (choosin’)
like i’m finger+l!ckin’ good
like i come with fries and biscuits (chewy)
baby wanna kick it
i walked up to lil mama, asked her “what’s up with them digits?” (chyeah)
“what’s up with them digits?” (yeah)
baby choosing me, shawty recognize the swagger
let her snort it off a saucer, i can’t help that she a snorter
i’m a baller, i got powder
told your girl jump in the shower (chyeah)
i got money, i got power
features 20 thousand dollars (yeahh)
i stay fresh to death
i’m a stylist, i’m a star, cuz i dress myself (well, d+mn!)
gucci hat, gucci loafers, gucci bags and belt (gucci, gucci)
man, it’s gucci mane laflare and ain’t no extras left
[chorus: gucci mane]
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
imma put some flavor in her ear
and tell your girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
tell that girl what she wanna hear (ah)
imma put some flavor in her ear
and tell your girl what she wanna hear

[verse 3: gucci mane]
imma tell you just like zay’ll tell you (zay)
baby girl, better do what i tell you (yeah)
imma tell you like my n+gga lodi say (lodi)
“if you ain’t makin’ money don’t come this way” (biatch)
imma tell you like my n+gga big jay (jizzle)
jay’ll tell you “i ain’t trickin’ every day” (nah)
imma tell you like my sl!ck partner quay (quzzo)
“i’m too fresh for a hoe to come this way” (well, d+mn!)
imma tell you like my n+gga john boy (what’s up, jb?)
“we gon’ hit the club, we gon’ have some fun, boy”
imma tell you like gucci tell a hoe
“i smell you, i can smell a rat, hoe” (gucci!)

- gucci mane lyrics

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