Bangladesh - Stupid Wild lyrics

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Bangladesh - Stupid Wild lyrics

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, brr, brr I'm the fire, you say you more fire then n***a you a liar Homie you and I, know the truth but that's 'tween you and I Stupid j**elry on me then, stupid j**elry on me now If you think you finna sh** on Gucci then just show me how Someone dissed me yesterday, what I'm 'posed to do, go cry With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Church's chicken in my Lambo, bought two drumsticks and a thigh I'm so hood right now they question whats gettin' Gucci high Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Girls fightin', hoes fistfight just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow charts, I ain't been this hard in a while [Hook - Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count n***as wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot n***as wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot [Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne] Wilder than a jaguar wilin' in a Jaguar Please don't play with me, I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a zan-bar And if she on my team I bet that b**h know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter or Mr. Go-Harder And I like my kush dry like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't f**in' she get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, b**h I do it for the bloods And every f**in' time I say soo woo it's for the Bloods What you dislike I love, man I do just like I does And if you wanna fight then come on you can fight my guns Weezy man, Young Money [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cam'ron] Let's do the furs, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me They brothers wanna fight me, they sisters wanna date me I tell her bust it baby, you could be my bust it baby But stay in your place, I need my space: don't suffocate me (please) Back black approach us, clack clack take gats out the holsters Cops in black the patrol us, treat us like rats and roaches But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps And your wifey, well we use her for her food stamps Ain't no big deal, but she keep the fridge filled Eggs scrambled, cheese grilled, cold juice the grits k**! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo Yea the big wheels, like milk your wig spilled We'll rush in ya spot, knock knock, snub of the Glock It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' s** it or not [Hook] [Outro - Gucci Mane] Think she wanna f** me mainly Cause I got the kitchen all famous I'm tryna hold my head above water Stack a billion cash I just oughta My shades cost that cause I'm Gucci My warddrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boostin' I shine just all the time your homie shine Wanna hate me get a ticket and join the line, fine It's Gucci!

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