Gucci Mane - Tell Me Nothing Lyrics
(Intro)Everything is preciousMake everything countHow my nigga Scooter sayCount up! Turn up!Stand upIt’s East Atlanta’s finest niggaIt’s Guwop, turn upLet’s go!Guwop yea yea yeaaaaYea yea yea yea yeaaaaaa(Verse)Took my car to the babysitter cuz I drop my top offGot babies, no babysitterHard nigga but I sell softGucci Mane, I’m in the booth right now and me and Young Scooter bout to go offAnd I smell like yo girlfriend mouthI ain’t even washed my dick offGucci Mane, I’m bout to life offIt’s the real Gucci, no rip-offsDon’t get me mad, I get pissed offAnd I just might ***** slap yo bossYou’re not Chris Cross, you’re not Rick RossI’m a mob boss on my clique bossFrom the jailhouse to the penthouseFrom the movin house to the roomin house(Bridge)Nigga can’t tell me nothingNigga can’t tell me nothingCheck me out, you better check me outBecause a nigga can’t tell me nothing*****es can’t tell me nothingBroke ***** what you talkin bout?*****es can’t tell me nothing***** you don’t know who you talkin bout(Hook)Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me GoldmouthSmoking all evening, sippin lean on those amounts***** callin me for no reasonWanna give me that slow mouthBeen there for that party,Baby go and take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offI’ve been fienin for ya, baby gonna take them clothes off(Verse)Baby take yo clothes off, she suck me til I doze outLambo with the doors off, ***** threw me her clothes allBricks with me, I get em allTrappin house is trap I lostFienin for that *****, you know Scooter wanna break you outIn my house I got a vault, I don’t need no bank no moreAll I want is free bands, you know I don’t need no hoesI could buy a nigga hoeMake her go home with no clothesOG kush, that’s my cologneBy Julio, I’m going longBrick Squad nigga, they putting onDid a lot of plugs wrongRan off and threw the phoneLegal won’t see me no moreKitchen full of white girls and I know everybody want emReally in the dope game, this rap shit is just promotin(Hook)Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me GoldmouthSmoking all evening, sippin lean on those amounts***** callin me for no reasonWanna give me that slow mouthBeen there for that party,Baby go and take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offTake them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes offI’ve been fienin for ya, baby gonna take them clothes off
