Gucci Mane - Pretty *****es Lyrics
[Intro]["Listen to the track *****!" echoes]Ay yeah girl... ay yeah [4X](Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!)[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane]The pretty *****es love me, them *****es love me [2X]I think them *****es love that I'm a bottle popper [2X][Gucci Mane]She caught up in my love triangleI used to sell them things in trianglesAnd that was when I was in the eighth gradeNow I'm self made; and I'm high paidNigga you ain't even in my tax bracketI'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racketGucci man, it's the Gucci crewBrick Squad rappers, nigga who are you?What it do nigga? What's poppin?By them 30 next summer we droppinWe back again, yeah we back againAnd we gotta win, she wanna be my friend[Chorus][Gucci Mane]I pull up in that black and red ChallengerA com-pe-tition, where the challengers?!I pull up in that 'Rari with them other onesAnd thinkin 'bout it, I'm goin and gettin another oneGucci Mane I run the land from Africa to PakistanUnderstand and overstand, Gucci Mane in OverlandWhat a fine ass yellow bonnnnnnnnnneShe got it goin onNow I got so many chains on they don't know what's goin onFind your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrongFind the number in my phone and don't know what be goin wronnnngShe had it goin on[Chorus][Wale]Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okayA-T-L they know my name, Magic City throw some changeFlyest nigga in this *****, and I don't even own no chainTake yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so greatAnd that's why she been feelin me.. and y'all got that novocaineGo for mine, that ball shit, forced to rock 'til I'm nauseousStuck up when, she sober when, she rollin got no conscienceShe OD's on Louboutin, she work at that nudie barTold her do it for the money, get your camera nudin onGreen we can all burn, 'til I am the highest manY'all a bunch of pussies, why the ***** y'all near the lion's den?Paper planes, pilotin, Wale so attirinWale nekkid beatin gals you'd think I know EsiasonBurrrr![Chorus]
