Gucci Mane - 2 Seats lyrics

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Gucci Mane - 2 Seats lyrics

[Verse One] Yeah, six figure, one top, two seats, four wheels I might be gone off them pills My whip's Gucci, got a whole lot of funds My goon's Gucci, got a whole lot of guns Top back, switching lanes, bet that b**h gon' give me brain If she ain't, I ain't tripping, b**h, get out in the turning lane White on white Lexus, that's my fish scale movement When I was in the hood, I was c**aine moving S550 like a Maybach's moving I was an American Gangster before the movie Yo Gotti, one n***a, two heaters Purple by the litre, in my two seater [Hook] Two seats, it's two seats, one girl, and one me, yeah She say she like it cause it got two seats, huh New paint, new feet, and it's one me, two seats, it's two seats Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti what it do, ye Hoes love it when a n***a's got a two seats, two seats, it's two seats My Lowenhart's is tearing up the asphalt, pulled up in a Jaguar '08 Porsche Carerra, Testarossa, Murciélago, '08 this McLaren Ferrari Spider, apple cider, call that b**h the fast one Off white vet with the off white diamond, pulled up to the light, and stop The rims be spinning backwards, two door Viper with rally stripes Now she stops in traffic, A coupé on standing rims in '08 Boy, you need your a** kicked, the Viper come's with two seats I call that b**h the cat truck, police tried to whip me over So I drove it faster, six racks worth of hundreds on me I don't keep a gas card, prototype twos-eat Camaro, East Atlanta NASCAR [Hook] [Verse Two] Guns on deck, fifty round my neck, one hundred's in the car I die for my respect, car jack who, gone rob who, gone slap who b**h, I'll k** you, oh oh, them boys a fool, doing donut's in the Lam Me, Yo Gotti, ask yo hottie, damn the doors gone, whip her body Two seats, and not two heaters, we don't want to hurt nobody Private party, act retarded, two seat '08 Maserati

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