Gucci Mane - Julius Erving lyrics

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(Chorus) X2 <br />You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce <br />Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that’s forty-two <br />Call that pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving) <br />Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin <br /> <br />(Gucci Mane) <br />see the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete, <br />tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look nasty <br />damn this thing a classic, everybody starin <br />pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket <br />simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards <br />candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip <br />my rims just did a backflip, <br />dem lips on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip <br />the way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor flipped <br />punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt <br />slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk <br />white guts, white rims <br /> <br />(Chorus) X2 <br /> <br />(Yo Gotti) <br />73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck <br />trunk like a concert, that mean that bitch loud as fuck <br />everything kitted up, that boy digital <br />hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful <br />hardwood floors in that bitch look like my grandma’s house <br />white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandma’s couch <br />trunk having a heart attack, when im doin a summersault <br />Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk <br />Sunday hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now green <br />Monday hang sellin no white, im sellin all green <br />Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the scene <br />Im watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen <br /> <br />(Chorus)<br /><br />