White Brick Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
White Brick Mob, b**hes
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Why we gotta k** sh**?
Me and Gucci talking real sh**
Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, b**h
Whip appeal, b**h
Whip appeal, b**h
Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, b**h
No I'm not a scholar
I'm drinking out the bottle
Only f** with models
If she ain't dead fine than there ain't no need to holler
Yeah, I'm a baller
My swag through the roof
And your girlfriend is the truth
We got a room at the Ramada
She don't want to be bothered
You callin' like a father
You actin' like a toddler
You need a role model
I'm Polo with the Prada
I'm balling on you n***as like a Harlem Glodetrotter
I'm walking with a waddle
You make believe n***as Harry Potter
Amigo friends might recommend the whole enchilada
Your girlfriend is a quitter
You should spit or you saliva
I'm Gucci Mane the mobster
Not a jocker, not a blogger
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Gucci let's get 'em
Got that AR chopper
Come through the front door
Left them at the doctor
Now we up a hundred more bands, that's proper
No need for a preacher
Pray to me, I'll be your father
Hide the young ones cause I'm coming for your daughter
If you ain't selling p**y, I ain't gon' bother
Got a p**nstar, a ho, and a model
In the club we do big sh**
Pop a hundred bottles
We gettin' hoes wet
They gon' need goggles
They said get that gas
So I'm on that full throttle
If I had a dick, than I'd tell that b**h to swallow
Thirty in my clip and I'm letting out hallows
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LA Raiders
Bo Jackson
Making love to the money
Oh I'm so pa**ionate
Hood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis
Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty
Selling snow in the winter I ain't cold yet
That's why I'm an OG and I ain't Old yet
South Central Murder Dubs, k**er California
Bend the wrong corner
You'll be sicker than pneumonia
Police told me to freeze
And my watch to chill
Whip the work into a SLS
Whip Appeal
Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal
96 and Wall Street
sh** gets real
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