Gucci Mane - Driving Fast lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Driving Fast lyrics

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (So icy, so icy) Seytoba baby I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow I drive a sports car b**h, put 'em Bapes to the gas If you scared go to church 'cause I'm finna drive fast Throwing cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo There no mojo he need to get some mo do Corner store, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show n***as want that wola, shawty meet right by Grocian Road East side up, put them E's in the air If you smoking bubba Kush, put them trees in the air I'm smoking on that Kush so it's stankin' up my car They call me twinkle twinkle 'cause they know that I'm a star I told her, come here then I didn't say sh** 'cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke b**h I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow Verse 2, Gucci fish, shoes and a purse too Steala of yo chain, turn yo watch to Starburst too Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers Now you're envied by yo peers And I'ma get yo a** in shape All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo a** loosin' weight (Leanin') Gucci Mane got you straight, huh? You know he got that cake Gave it to her first date I'ma ride down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I'ma roll down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow Yeah, rose, red Mikey's with Bapes On some pharaoh sh**, b**hes feedin' n***as grapes I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak But I'm good with a trout, b**h a model too fake They toyin' on the beat, so you know they gone hate Had that Tony Tiger Kush, man that sh** smoke great Got that water bumpin' talented, I think I can do it Drop me and yo body fill with them other fluid Trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp with my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's I'm a trappa, slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

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