gucci mane – wish you was me lyrics
(intro)
man this sh-t crazy
in this crib sh-t is f-ckin crazy
uh!
it’s guwop
it’s guwop
(hook)
i got 100 young n-gg-s screamin i don’t give a f-ck
got them pistols in the club, wish a n-gg- would touch me
n-gg- what? you think gucci give a f-ck?
sayin that you f-ck with gucci but he know he don’t trust me
then i rush, n-gg- better catch a cut
got that 4-4 on my gut, i don’t need no n-gg- but me
i’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
but i’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf-ckin was me
(verse)
n-gg- wish you was the motherf-ckin gucci mane
but stop man wit yo wishin there cuz on the real you trippin man
and i know bands can make her dance but i can’t really dance
you spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance
i throw so much money on me, i need hammer pants
and we can bet 1 million, that’s if you’s a gambling man
i ain’t runnin from it, i was borned in birmingham
east atlanta, been there moved so check my instagram
i’m a shooter, i’m a builder and i’m a business man
i talk so disrespectful that i hurt yo feelings d-mn
i whip and took a p-ss then to you, i need them extra grams
and when that choppa blip my b-tch yall say i’m goin ham
(hook)
i got 100 young n-gg-s screamin i don’t give a f-ck
got them pistols in the club, wish a n-gg- would touch me
n-gg- what? you think gucci give a f-ck?
sayin that you f-ck with gucci but he know he don’t trust me
then i rush, n-gg- better catch a cut
got that 4-4 on my gut, i don’t need no n-gg- but me
i’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
but i’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf-ckin was me
(verse)
i’m f-ckin with the young n-gg-s, all my n-gg-s thuggin
robin hood of the city, all my n-gg-s struggling
big money gucci n-gg-, i don’t do the buget
feel just like easy when he made easy does it
rap n-gg-s name drop, gucci mane cocaine drop
thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped
thought i was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top
4-58 cuz i just load a ferrari shop
pray to be a hustla, man i got it from grandpa
in the kitchen cookin’ rest in peace to my grandma
n-gg- ran off so i’ma blow his f-ckin’ head off
you can work for me ’cause now you got a dead boss
(hook)
i got 100 young n-gg-s screamin i don’t give a f-ck
got them pistols in the club, wish a n-gg- would touch me
n-gg- what? you think gucci give a f-ck?
sayin that you f-ck with gucci but he know he don’t trust me
then i rush, n-gg- better catch a cut
got that 4-4 on my gut, i don’t need no n-gg- but me
i’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
but i’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf-ckin was me
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