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gucci mane & young thug - need lyrics

[intro: gucci]
we turnt up, we turnt up

[verse 1 – gucci mane]
i used to smack this ho, her name was skittles
her -ss was so fat, it used to jiggle
she took one too many skittles, now she limps
and i ain’t f-cking wit’ her no mo’ cause she ugh
even back then my diamonds were so brr
fast forward, they still clear and i’m still here
three o-z’s(ounces) of musty weed, muscatel
i cook the dope good, call me chef boy-ar-dee
remember back then, they asked me “what you do?
do you got a job? do you go to school?” (nope)
i know some kingpins, i know some robbers too (i know a few)
the kingpin will rob you man this sh-t a foo’
red bottom shoes, give they -ss the blues
columbian co-mexican connection
got a russian rifle, shoot you while ya’ sh-ttin’
christian louboutins on, they piranha skin
guwop

[hook – gucci mane]
my b-tch said she ’bout to leave
she said that i don’t cater to her needs
i got more cars than i need (i got cars)
i got more broads than i need (i got hoes too)
i’m in the trap screaming “n-gga what you need?”
bought a rolex that i don’t really need
big smoke with me, the whole pound of weed
big drink with me, the whole pint of lean

[verse 2 – young thug]
ever since i signed with gucci
i been back and forth to the hospital
i drink that actavis, your sprite look like it got starburst or skittles
two iphone 5, p-ssy n-gga, stuff a pill with the k!llers
if you’ve me mad, i’ma come and babysit your little sisters
i got that act- that act- that act- that pour it up then i sip
i cook that work on christmas for you, i’m a pillsbury deal
i mix my lean with my sprite, that’s a pillsbury bill
i whip it (cocaine)
i shift it (cocaine)
i get it
them digits
let’s get it
i got cutie foreign b-tches gettin’ it
they whip it
i shove my -ss inside of them bentley’s
i ride it
i don’t make lefts, i only turn right
i’m back in the spyder like yikes, my neck full of christ
we gon’ boom, boom, boom
ain’t no spots or rooms
i drop them bands on that doom
and i’m boosie on zoom
my nick name, “cocaine boom”
i’m cookin’ them coons
i don’t care none ’bout goin’ to prison
my children got rooms

[hook out]
my b-tch said she ’bout to leave
she said that i don’t cater to her needs
i got more cars than i need (i got cars)
i got more broads than i need (i got hoes too)
i’m in the trap screaming “n-gga what you need?”
bought a rolex that i don’t really need
big smoke with me, the whole pound of weed
big drink with me, the whole pint of lean

- gucci mane young thug lyrics

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