Gucci Mane - Vette Pass By lyrics

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Vette pass by, everybody looking

Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking

Wrist like blow, chain like oww

We throw it in the air, so what you calm down

You ridin bird (wheewh)

Your bullets gone (wheewh)

You gone and got a cold, we got the bird flu (2)

This house is stupid perp, they cost me half a whack

A.k half a stack, so we gonn hit it back

I'm at the gally-house, I wear my 80 bands

And with the magic city, and it don't rain man

I'm the king man, stupid bad man, rubberband man, oh it's the grand sound

A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack

Crazy gucci shoes where you get em at

I said it's off white, bout a fifty pack

The hottest nigga in the nation ain't dropped yet

Where them pots at, where them glocks at

I kick a door with, where them blocks at

Cartoon chain, papa smurf ring

All red wayne's, so icy airplane

Gucci man hat, gucci man shirt

Louie V shoes, louie v perp

We and the big timers, but bitch we got work

We get our roll on, and new shool works

Old school's cool, but most of our's are new

Cause I'm tite biatch, we got the bird flu

And we'll bless you, so say hachoo

We'll turn those house shoes, int some prada shoes

On the east side, we play by gucci rules

Hez only in the hood, but hez commisioned to it

The bird flu got me, the jacob watch rockin

Bell border diamonds man I'm so icy

Young juice man godddamit I'm the shit

Booming off the chain workin with 50 bricks

Nay later cars, croo blue chains

32 charat posted on my pinkie ring

Been a 100 charger, sneak a colour gunk

Super bad bitch I ain't pocket with them all

I ain't coming cold nigga

Ain't dis ain't what you want

Ain't 72 dunk

Ain't with no skirt woww

6 stoves cookin ain't we got work

Young juiceman cause smokin 9 pounds of perp