Gucci Mane - See My Plug lyrics

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Gucci Mane - See My Plug lyrics

[Intro] Geah, geah, geah, yeah Gucci, Gucci, huh, huh, huh, ha? Gucciracci baby, Gucci Gucci Cocaína shawty [Chorus] When I see my plug this how I talk to 'em And when I serve my folks this how I talk to 'em When I'm with my dogs dis how I talk to 'em It's Gucci Mane, Laflare, I'm fin' to talk to 'em [Verse 1] To my guala, my partner, molta manana Gracias, de nada, brought me years of dollars Que pasa amigo? Cocaine more bonito Cohina mucho es grande on the repo Ese el pablo, my barrio your barrio Comprende my friende you speak real good ingles Six hundred Wednesday, five thousand Tuesday El nombre es Gucci, no punta, no p**y Coronas and kushi, kilos and elbows Chito seritos, they come from Mexico, there he go Twenty tacos and it got me fifty burritos S-550 Mercedes on Flat Shoals Que pasa, manana, my guala guala my partner partner Love to treat a n***a to a steak and a lobster Now a n***a owe them a million dollars Got me making ten G's an hour, money's power, time is money You don't know the n***a then serve the dummy Serve the junkies then ride Ashantis [Chorus] When I see my plug this how I talk to 'em And when I serve my folks this how I talk to 'em When I'm with my dogs dis how I talk to 'em It's Gucci Mane, Laflare, I'm fin' to talk to 'em [Verse 2] What the bumba claat? My trap spot, dreadlocks and rastas Rude boys and rude girls, Jamaican mobsters I shot the sheriff, smokin' Bob Marley All of this ecstasy is k**in' me softly Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty Sex spot my ex-spot, can't dodge that red dot Smokin' the lah-lah, can't get no higher Where is me iya? She sends me fiyah Where is me lighter? Look at me ice-a Step up your neck piece, I like your wife-a I pack a rifle, I loves me life-a Put up your hands 'fore I put up my rifle [Chorus] When I see my plug this how I talk to 'em And when I serve my folks this how I talk to 'em When I'm with my dogs dis how I talk to 'em It's Gucci Mane, La flare, I'm fin' to talk to 'em [Verse 3] What's up n***a, what it do? I'm good my n***a, how are you? Half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken, what it move? Bentley coupe on Bentley shoes, hell naw them ain't 22's Still keep coke in inner tubes, plottin' on my next business move Twenty-six inch tennis shoes, old school painted Maserati blue Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pullin' up wit'cha baby boo Ooh ooh, it's you know who, it's NASCAR baby what you gon' do Looking for somethin' thick I can screw, paint change and my diamonds too Trap n***a watch remindin' you My grill and rang be blindin' you If you a stubborn artist I'm signin' you I'm still the same n***a that be shinin' too Trap n***a watch remindin' you My grill and rang be blindin' you If you a stubborn artist I'm signin' you I'm still the black n***a that be shinin' too, b**h~! [Chorus] When I see my plug this how I talk to 'em And when I serve my folks this how I talk to 'em When I'm with my dogs dis how I talk to 'em It's Gucci Mane, La flare, I'm fin' to talk to 'em

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