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Gucci Mane

"You Know What It is"

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & (Gucci Mane)]
(I'm back up in these streets, n*gga, you know what the f*ck it is)
'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass n*gga
I'm tatted up, dreads shaking, you know what the f*ck it is
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass n*gga
You know, you know, you know, you know what it is
'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass n*gga
(Gucci, Gucci, Mane, n*gga), Waka Flocka Flame, n*gga
(Don't act like you don't know my mothaf*ckin' name, n*gga)

[Verse One: Gucci Mane]
My swag sick, so I sneeze on a ho
I'm a Rich Boy, I might throw some Ds on a ho
Never seen one of these, I'm not one of them wannabes
This ain't where you wanna be, then she can leave, beat your feet
On every beat I go honey-baked ham, I'm a beast
If it's beef, leave you shiftless, laying on the street
Is it hot in this mothaf*ckin' booth or is it me?
Me and Jazze Pha go way back like Jazz and T
Smoking weed in a leaf, b*tches sweat me like I'm Keith
There's a very strong smell coming out the VIP
I'ma do it for the hood, I'm a product of the streets
We gon' put you up on game, all on the count of three

[Hook]

[Verse Two: Gucci Mane]
Shaking trees(?), she perceives, she might end up in too deep
Give it to her so good, have her coming in her sleep
Take a TwitPic of Gucci di*k and send it as a Tweet
Ever since she met me, say them n*ggas obsolete
I'm buying cars I don't really need, race 'em down the street
Got a Fleet, I can't bring one out, I drive 'em by the three
In a league of my own, he don't own a pair of cleats
I'm a freak on Patron, don't sit your girlfriend next to G
He say he go as hard as me, tell him that I wanna see
Do six months, then get out and spend a million in a week
My seed gon' never want for nothing & I put that on my niece
I'm a hustler, guess it runs all through my family tree

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Waka Flocka Flame]
Let me hop back on the set with this brand new single
Million dollar n*ggas still riding in a Regal
Hood ass young n*gga, I got more stripes than a bengal
Shawty pulling slick sh*t, me and him not equal
Heard that boy not eating so Flocka just might feed you
Two Hundred V my hypeman, now that's a good price, man
Gucci, that's my right hand, two ounces in my Sprite can
AKA the Light Man, they call me Waka Flocka
Told my man Guwop I'ma make him a quarter-mil
Broke before these record deals, I'm just trying to keep it real
These rap n*ggas flopping, on the low these n*ggas stopping
Sexual Healing on your girl like I'm Marvin

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