Gucci Mane - Might Be lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Might Be lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain & Gucci Mane] Boop T-PAIN Boop Gucci Mane Boop La Flare Boop [Chorus: T-Pain] I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be Ooh I see n***as hatin', they wanna be like me They wanna pull up in the Wraith outside just like me She got a head on her shoulders I'm thinkin' about puttin' bread down Imma tear it up, you know it Don't you get scared now Ooh, b**h I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be [Verse 1: T-Pain] Ooh ooh, yeah Ooh b**h I might be On that [?] In the club I'm sliding Looking for a side piece that can Take all my money from me Come put that p**y on me She go, we get some more hoes She go get the money for me I feel like Larry [?] Imma hustla baby I might just pay your rent Unless you f**ing up baby Cause I put that fur on your shoulders Buy b**h a f**in' safari Diamonds all over your fingers Drive off in a f**in' Ferrari [Chorus: T-Pain] I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be Ooh I see n***as hatin', they wanna be like me They wanna pull up in the Wraith outside just like me She got a head on her shoulders I'm thinkin' about puttin' bread down Imma tear it up, you know it Don't you get scared now Ooh, b**h I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I done got rich, but I'm trying to be wealthy Wrist so healthy, watch so chunky I'm getting co*ky, bright wrist yachty [?] Philly, but I feel like Rocky n***as be blocking, never really like me Heard he want to fight me, I'm not Rocky [?] Show you the drip then I gave you the mop Feel the [?], hate in a jar Camo pico b**h you married the mall Say what I wanna, go where I wanna Try to rob Wop, b**h you'll die in the jungle If I am the last real one they'll leave me alone Medusa [?], so they turn into stone Pa** her the bone, covered with stones House is so big that we kick it at home Wop [Chorus: T-Pain] I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be Ooh I see n***as hatin', they wanna be like me They wanna pull up in the Wraith outside just like me She got a head on her shoulders I'm thinkin' about puttin' bread down Imma tear it up, you know it Don't you get scared now Ooh, b**h I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be b**h, I might be

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