Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - I Might Be lyrics

rate me

Is you rollin?

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

East Atlanta slum man is where I come from

Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue

Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in

Bout the same time that that thang kicked in

Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body

I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body

Ain't your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson

I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action

Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin

Ridin in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin

On two eighty five I keep ridin in a circle

The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple

Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin

Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man

The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick

Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch

You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now

But I wish I had a lie detector test right now

You say you marry well bitch you might be

But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me

She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee

When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans

I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me

I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me

Pop one pop two two halves that's three

Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat

Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme

Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked

Top the top on that thang let you see my seats

We've been rollin rollin rollin we ain't slept in weeks

Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right

Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight

Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight

See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight

I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty

So tell me when to go like my name E-40

A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party

Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40

I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans

Take two of these pillz call me in the morning

Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real

Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal

Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't

(K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. I'm a give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.

Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be

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