Gucci Mane - Hold Dat Thought lyrics
rate meZaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci
So Icey Entertainment
Lets Go
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
called hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that turnpike
pockets piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
Early in the mornin
I aint even yawnin
Cookin up a cake
Like I'm doin a performance
When it come to flossin
I aint even talkin
Diamonds on my Donk
Got my chevy movin mountains
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci Rap tour bus
Yall hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me a friend
New swag somethin like
Trap House times 10
Ery nigga round me
Bust heads, YA-Dig
Iced out grill
I can't buy that bullshit
I'm *Push that street shit,
Like a reverend in the pulpit
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
called hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that Turnpike
Pockets piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
Like ya boi Rip Hamond
got a real good jay (a real good jay)
1 gram for the 80
thats some real good plate
Got them Vince Carter quartas
Add soda and water
I'm not afaletic
But Ima straight balla
The Spud Webb ticket
Wit the lamburg yay
And its jumpin from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees my vette pass by
Like Steve Nash Pass
Stay Loyal like the fans of the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My work real tight
You got that Atlanta Hawks yay
It wont get right
Catch me on the rebound
Like Bo Outlaw
Ima Mikey Vick-it whip it
Cook it souf-paw
36 hoes-zos
Tryna make the end zone
Make no hard move
And use my cell phone
Worth scrabblin in the pot
Just like Steve Young
buy it for the Keyshawn
Sell it for the Deion
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
Called hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that Turnpike
Pockets piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
Gucci on fiya
like mojo crack Pipe
Fell ova a joint
Like back like crack rock
Money stupid dumb
Just like Cold Blood
Just Young Hot
I show no luv
Money getta like Cheeba
Minds like Fat
And my trap roll hard
Just like Shawty Black
Ima country ass nigga
Jus like Ace
Gotta fetish, for the stones
Jus like Fo' Trey
Money tall like Broah?
Yours like D?
And my patience very short
Just like Courtney C
Angie B, Russell P
But its your choice
My girl Angel pussy deep
Like Slick Man voice
Like Red 03
Man I got bread
My pocket on swole
Like HP fohead
Ima money go getta
So I contest
Gotta a hundred hoes jockin
Jus like Throw Back
They call me Chef-Boy-R.D.
But hold that thought
Its a Kodak Moment
Called hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that turn pike
Pockets piggly wiggly
Cant kermit the frog dog
Thanks to J-Stielo for these lyrics
