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Lost My Mind Lyrics - Artist : Gucci Mane
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Ha, ha Gucci Mane livin' like ha, ha (Morocco Drama) Everything high, I get, high, high I live my life so iced out (It's The Movie, nigga) Ha, ha, 'till I die Die, die, I'ma live everyday fly (So come get me, Gangsta Grillz) Fly, all these niggas hatin' but why, why 'Cause I'm that type of guy, guy (It's Gucci, Gangsta Grillz) So until I die, die Peepin' out my blinds, I think I'm going crazy, they say I'm rapping crazy Call me Gucci Mane, I'm going damn insane Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane (We are the streets) Put that on my name, I'm keeping all the blame Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine? I think I lost my mind, I'm keeping y'all upline Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine? (AMG) Smoking while I'm leaning with my dawgs up in my keenie Get a brand new Lamborghini, same colour of her bikini (Gangsta Grillz) Money over Howie over Hardaway like Pilly Milly Hardaway's my partner, man, so shoutout to my nigga (Shoutout) That's where the hustle be, they prayin', where's his bottle, do you see him? Do you see him? I don't see him, I've been looking for a fiend Call me Gucci, got a Brightly and a Bentley and a bitty Cost a pretty pretty penny, Gucci Mane La Flare, I'm skinny Peepin' out my blinds, I think I'm going crazy, they say I'm rapping crazy Call me Gucci Mane, I'm going damn insane Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane Put that on my name, I'm keeping all the blame Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine? I think I lost my mind, I'm keeping y'all upline Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine? (Brr, brr) Got a whole lot of options, whole cup for an auction Pass by, like I pass for stocks (Go, go) Gucci got a Porsche-painted porcelain, so have an abortion (Go) Seventy, watch your bail with a whole lot of turkey Vroom, can't you catch me? Nah, I think you can't, dawg Shawty, I bet you're tighter if you're fucking with La Flare, ho Bet you tight, I bet you tighter, no licence but I'm a rider No licence but I'm a rider, the bitch is scared, the bitch is tighter Prada bill, Prada bag, Prada'd up my Prada swag Gucci Mane, Gucci hat, Gucci'd up my Gucci swag Louis belt, Louis hat, Loui'd up my Louis swag Gucci Mane, So Icy, nigga, go and buy the swag (Bah, bah, bah) Peepin' out my blinds, I think I'm going crazy, they say I'm rapping crazy Call me Gucci Mane, I'm going damn insane Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane (Gangsta Grillz) Put that on my name, I'm keeping all the blame Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine? I think I lost my mind, I'm keeping y'all upline Got forty in my pocket, little bitch, like, can I shine, shine? Inter-central station with a hundred Haitian killers, ho Million worth of jewellery on, you don't want to do it, ho And I'm in my own zone, I'm so fucking crazy Kush got me trippin', man, my eyes are fucking Asian |
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