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Gucci Mane

"OMG BRO"

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
Hold up, homes, I got my gold on, homes
I roll with real life robbers but can't do no wrong
I got a jet black tone, all black foams
And I might crack your dome like I just cracked my iPhone
My pants sagging low but baby this is (?)
Twenty thousand every pocket so my belt can't help it
Green and white sweater, b*tch, but I'm no Celtic
Chilling in the M-Town, but I'm not Elvis
Velour Versace jogging suit (this not velvet!)
Thirty pints for me to drink (I'm so selfish!)
A n*gga went broke and his main ho pregnant
Gucci cash got low bet the whole crest felt it
I snatch a n*gga chain out, hey let's melt it
Got lit for sixty bricks so I just MapQuest it
I smoke blunts for dinner and I drink lean for breakfast
I put four O's of lean in a lil bitty Mistic

[Hook: Young Thug]
Hey, OK, OK (OK then)
You gonna take it no way (No way then)
Yep, motherf*ck, yep motherf*ck
Money talk, credit talk
Guwop, my blood brother
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt (Oh my God, bro)
Got my Olympic Jordans on, I'm feeling like Phelps (Oh my God, bro)
I'm cashed out like Mike, no Epps (I'm gonna cash out)
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt (Oh my God, bro)

[Verse: Young Thug]
Me and Guwop stay on the same street, my n*gga (blat blat blat)
Ever ever catch you round there I'm pulling my trigger (blat blat blat)
I go a whole hundred bars like I'm at Tigger's (wooh, wooh)
You ain't rich till you got about six figures (Thugga Thugga, baby!)
Put your Rolie up, put your motherf*cking Rolie up
That bad b*tch in VIP wanna notice us (she wanna f*ck me)
No smoking on that bush like Magnolia, bro
Got bands on top of bands, I'm up like Folgers, bro
Young Thug backstabbing, I ain't brabbin'
Your ho want a lot of wood like a cabin
Nickname Damion, stay acting (actor)
Even though I keep a smile, need to stop this madness

[Hook]
Hey, OK, OK (OK then)
You gonna take it no way (No way then)
Yep, motherf*ck, yep motherf*ck
Money talk, credit talk
Guwop, my blood brother
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt (Oh my God, bro)
Got my Olympic Jordans on, I'm feeling like Phelps (Oh my God, bro)
I'm cashed out like Mike, no Epps (I'm gonna cash out)
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt (Oh my God, bro)

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