GUCCI MANE & WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - So Many Things lyrics

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[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

She don't want liquor, she just want wine

She just my kind: long hair, fat behind

They say we're intertwined, we belong together

In the club throwing money up, changing weather

G's on my sweater, all I get is cheddar

Money go-getters: Waka Flocka and 2 Timez

Gucci - sup, I said to the Haitians

Waddup Luchi. Free my nigga Zoe

40K for a show. Practice what I preach

Shawty Mane that's all I know

Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking slow

I'm smoking on reefer, me Gucci and Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out

And leave her. Comment trough a speaker

Grind in my 2-seater

Cause I got a fleet-a

Send em work like it ain't a leak-a

I practice what I preach-a

If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

I got a murder charge now for the tracks I murdered

Like a nigga turned around, I'm going back to work

Got a smirk on my face cause I smoke the purp

Gucci boy, now they doing a search

And I ain't been lame, but tame your dame

Cause you should be ashamed how she's off the chain

I'm insane in the brain like Saddam Hussain

I got a brink of extra change of this extra 'caine

It's crazy, Dwayne just counting strange

Me and Waka Flocka Flame on a private plane

With 2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train

Like an organ donor, baby loan the brain

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out

And leave her. [?] speaker

Grind in my 2-seater

Cause I got a fleet-a

Send em work like it ain't a leak-a

I practice what I preach-a

If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya