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Gucci Mane( Radric Delantic Davis )
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Spread The Word
[Intro:] Lex Luger Lex Luger Is Gucci Burn Holiday Season Hey I'll just remain out here Gotta get it Price or G Holiday Season nigga
[Verse 1:] When it's winter time I fly to where is summer time Spend a hunned grad at any given time of day So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck Smoking kush infront of twelve like we don't give a fuck Want some trap shit you came to the right place In the peach state traffickin these calli grapes I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento Holiday Season Treat my cars just like my house with curtains on my window So much codeine in the sprite it look like Pepto-Bismol Miss me with all that gossip and that innuendoes They say my diamond chain is ewww they say that I'm a sicko Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the Citgo You bust it open and you'll see crystals sparkling in the middle And I never stopped jigging nigga 'cause I'm not a quitter And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers
[Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci man the flayer I got old money, old money And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them Georgia birds 23 five Nigga spread the word Holiday Season Nigga
[Verse 2:] Come with me you know I got the Charlie Sheen Hundred pints of purple that's alot of lean Got 2000 pounds of swag looks like I cut the grass He said the robbing crew gone snatch me but that made me laugh So many bank rolls in my wallet pockets bout to bust Walking trought the mall smelling like a pound of kush I got thirty grand on me and a.40 Cal I'm in the Louis V store signing autographs My plug text me said 'it just came' I texted back 'my nigga I be on my way' I'm selling more scales than spun divies Got a 4 bedroom with like 12 kitchens And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house Got that white girl call it Amy Winehouse Old school 74 costs a townhouse Better bring 'em pounds out before I bring the 9 out
[Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci man the flayer I got old money, old money And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them Georgia birds 23 five Nigga spread the word Holiday Season Nigga My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man
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