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Gucci Mane

"Wish You Was Me"

Its Guwop... Its Guwop...

(Hook:)
I got hundred young n*ggas screaming I don't give a f*ck
Got dem pistols in the club, wish a n*gga would touch me
n*gga What? you think Gucci give a f*ck?
Saying that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
In a rush, n*gga better catch a cut
Got that .44 on my gut, I don't need no n*gga but me
I'm a thug, yea, my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multi-millionaire, you wish you motherf*cking was me

(Verse 1:)
n*gga wish you was the motherf*ckin Gucci Mane
But stop man wit yo wishin' there cause on the real you trippin man
And I know bands can make her dance but I can't really dance
You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance
I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants
And we can bet 1 million, that's if you's a gambling man
I ain't running from it, I was born in Birmingham
East Atlanta, Bentley Mulsanne check my instagram
I'm a shooter, I'm a builder and I'm a business man
I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn
I whip and took a pass then to you, I need them extra grams
And when that choppa blip my b*tch y'all say I'm goin' Ham

(Hook)

(verse 2:)
I'm f*ckin with the young n*ggas, all my n*ggas thuggin'
Robin Hood of the city, all my n*ggas struggling
Big money Gucci n*gga, I don't do the budget
Feel just like eazy when he made eazy does it
Rap n*ggas name drop, Gucci Mane cocaine drop
Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped
Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top
4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop
Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa
In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma
n*gga ran off so Imma blow his f*ckin' head off
You can work for me cause now you got a dead boss

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