Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Everything lyrics

rate me

I put ice on everybody, I shoot dice with anybody

I put change on anybody, 30 40 dead bodies

22's on this, 24's on that

24/7 everyday I'm bout a check

Gucci mane silent but his ice still talking

Sipping lean and rapping call it sleepwalking

Lamborghini creeping on the street like it's tip toeing

Mazeratti cripwalking paint the car orange

Foreign car hood star topless whip I need a bar

After the club I'm a leave with her

Hat, shoes, bag, belt, pants, shirt, rag, man

Everything matching baby, everything Gucci mane

Say why got on Louis frames and they call you Gucci Mane

I am not a groupie Gucci I put that on everything

I put that on everything, she put that on everything

We put that on everything, I put that on everything

I put that on everything (well damn, well damn)

I put rims on everything (well damn)

Pull em game scary mane pull up in a what the fuck

Jump out that bitch icey dog I put that on everything

I put that on everything (everything, everything)

I put rims on everything (what the fuck)

Hit the mall buy everything in the club buy all the Don

We just came to have some fun and make the club run out of ones

I put that on everything (well damn, well damn)

I put rims on everything (well damn)

Pull em game scary mane pull up in a what the fuck

Jump out that bitch icey dog I put that on everything

Brand new everything

Brand new flat screens in my ear they look like lemonade

Fruity stones up in my trunk they look like minute maid

Throw a? that's a better that's a hurricane, that's on everything

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up watch me break the knob

Yung LA and Gucci Gucci we gon do our job

50 deep the crazy way and that's just how we mob

Flex up on them folks today and do that shit tomorrow

Supa dem my dog, and I fuck with Mo,

Yeah I fuck with Alley Boy, and I fuck with Dro

Put that shit on everything you already know

Put that shit on everything get 50 for a show

80 blunts of kush that's how I get up in my zone

It's mister smash that gas in that Aston on them hoes

Looking at my charm see my shit from far away

Turn up to the max that be Sup & Holiday

Neiman Marcus shopping man we do that everyday

Benihana eating put that shit on everything

Swagging on them hoes man retarded everything

Cooling with them racks I put that on everything

Prada walking like I didn't do Louis yesterday

100 bails of kush so that's on everything

40 on my watch that's a Breitling man ok

Double murder charges man I beat em that's ok

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Anonymous
Tuesday 20th of March 2012 09:49
I hate future and his auto-tune iosndung verses. Its like whats the point of of the auto-tune sound if you're not singing. Future just sucks. But I'm gonna listen cause I know Gucci is gonna say something ignorant to entertain me.The buzz/hype around this clown Future in the A right now is unbelievable I just don't see why people are supporting the guy.