Say Cheese Gucci Mane (Ft. Ms Angel)
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The Light hit me right, and now my trophys on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Give me an average lookin' trick, I'll turn that bitch to the bomb
Have her in and out the nail shop and beauty salon
I'm breakin' bread by the loaf, I drop a pigeon some crumbs
Where we goin', sneaker wearing chickens can't even come
You a dime piece, so say cheese, let the world see your pretty teeth
Your main squeeze, you can keep him, I'm your plan B
Financial problems, you can call me
And we can ball, hit the mall, and it's all free
I have you south beach falling off a jet-ski
Or blowin' purple under shade from a palm tree
We in Biloxi eating free, sippin' Dom P
Go coast casino hopping gambling bettin' a hundred Gs
I play the crap table, you gone break the slot machine
Give me them digits, we can kick it like a soccer team
I'll make your wrist freeze, your fingers gang green
I have you shining like a chandelier with bright?
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The Light hit me right, and now my trophys on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Give me an average lookin' trick, I'll turn that bitch to the bomb
Have her in and out the nail shop and beauty salon
I'm breakin' bread by the loaf, I drop a pigeon some crumbs
Where we goin', sneaker wearing chickens can't even come
You a dime piece, so say cheese, let the world see your pretty teeth
Your main squeeze, you can keep him, I'm your plan B
Financial problems, you can call me
And we can ball, hit the mall, and it's all free
I have you south beach falling off a jet-ski
Or blowin' purple under shade from a palm tree
We in Biloxi eating free, sippin' Dom P
Go coast casino hopping gambling bettin' a hundred Gs
I play the crap table, you gone break the slot machine
Give me them digits, we can kick it like a soccer team
I'll make your wrist freeze, your fingers gang green
I have you shining like a chandelier with bright?
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