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Lazy Cat Lyrics - Artist : Gucci Mane
Ball player, think like a co-star
You are not a baller, you a flodger with a car note Gucci got more drop tops- Mixtrap.com Think I need to carpool, 'cause my cars are too hot If I had a girl, I would buy my girl an anklet But, since I don't, think I'll buy myself a bracelet Just bought a Jacob, bought myself a [?] Gave the J's to Juice, now Juice flexin' diamonds When I was a quarter- Mixtraps.com, missalignment Told you what I wanted and you bought me every diamond Used to be my woman, call you Lucy Franklins Half an ounce of kush, work ya lips and fingers No one's in my bank, but Gucci Mane a banker Smokin' like a chimney 'cause I'm really not a dranker Tell me what's the billy, silly, don't I look real pretty, baby Homie got his chain on, but his diamonds sayin' nothin' What you doin' homie, I ain't really doin' nothin' Just bought a Vega at the racetrack, bettin' that crazy money Never had a job, so I call myself the lazy cat Gucci Mane, you're crazy, yeah, bought myself a crazy Jag Paper bag, paper tag, just to make a hater mad If you wanna gamble with me, you gotta bring a hundred, cash Louis bag, full of cash, Gucci bag, full of kush Prada bag, poppin' tags, bought my bitch a juicy tag And she got a juicy ass, and she call me daddy 'cause I treat her like my daughter, yeah, I spoil her, man Seventy four O's, smoke, cost me a hundred, crack Hummer truck, mounted up, put together hundred bands Benz cost me sixty bands, rims cost my ten grand Dually truck, paper tags, sittin' on 'em grown man Right wrist, eighty bands, left wrist, a hundred bands Pinky ring, twenty grand, ask, it cost two-hundred grand Necklace, three-hundred grand, new piece, a hundred grand Next piece comin', I finna spend seven-hundred bands I don't give a damn if my album reached a hundred fans Still got a hundred, gon' keep this shit a hunned, man Still skrrt-skrrt like I'm cookin' with a hundred hands If it don't jump over-over, cook it 'til its over man Gucci! What it do, dude What's happenin' I don't respect y'all niggas out here man You got your workers, catchin' em on the bus to the trap, man Get the nigga a Charger or something, an Avalanche, man Its Gucci Mane La Flare, exotic, shorty Pull up from another hemisphere, ya hear me Thirty on my pinky, hundred and fifty on my left, eighty on my right, a half a million on my neck, that's bout an M, cause |
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