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we got dat - gucci mane lyrics

intro: dj holiday]
(holiday season, n-gga! ay!)
what up, chubbie? haha!
i see you getting money, n-gga!
they say you run ohio, n-gga!
i f-ck wit you! what up ‘bachi? (?)
let’s go! dj holiday!
shoutout my n-gga t-ty boi! my n-gga dolla!
southside, stand up! we working!
(the aphilliates, n-gga!)
i know what y’all thinking!
are we ever gon’ let up?
why though? ain’t n0body else gon’ do it!
sh-t! we getting money, let’s go!
(pay close f-ckin’ attention!)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
(yeahhhh) everything i drive real fast
had to let my chick drive ‘cause that b-tch real bad
first i let her drive it, then i let her ride me
i charged a n-gga $40,000 just to stand beside me
(yeahhhh) now that’s a stupid check
gave 40 to t-ty boi and now i got that stupid pack
on i-20 wit duffle bags, yeah, i shock a b-tch (chaka)
two million dollars cash money, d-mn, man, that’s ludicrous
i love to ball wit bougie broads, it’s big gucci, yeah i’m a dog
a photoshoot off in the vocal booth, ‘nough ice for all of y’all
ten bricks outta fishscale, same color as paul wall
took off all the burglar bars, you know what we doin’, dawg

- we got dat lyrics

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