Gucci Mane - Shine lyrics

Yeah! All the ladies say ho All the hoes say, (hah hah hah) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foots on fire Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit, Inking hit up after hit This penmanship is so legit I came equipped like an prophylactic Now they riding dick, like Stalin on these s**as out here tryin' to buy they b**h Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls, Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein, Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang and my last name ya notta mayne. [Chorus] I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, Don't block my shine shawty. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Chill a little, sit a minute. I can't close my safe no more, Cause I got too much money in it Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell I smell coming out the lam', f** it what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't f** with Nia Long So shine like it's showtime, all my j**elry on On the block with the stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top In the streets cause a stupid chick roll another pack Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at? [Chorus] Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe, The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty, With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk And the stash house with the pump, Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah can't a n***a stop that Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try. But which I overcome and succeed indeed But with success comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow. [Chorus]