Under Arm Kush Gucci Mane

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[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, Burn One, LaFlare (Burn One), Gucci Mane LaFlare
Huh, street entertainment, So Icey Entertainment (Street entertainment)
Yeah, rich nigga, Bouldercrest affiliate, nigga, ha, ha
(Burn One, Burn One)

[Verse 1]
Chicken on my Jacobs, baby, meet me 'bout eleven-ish
Cut my bitch off, I went and got a better bitch (Better bitch)
Yellow 'Vette, red old school with the chrome wheels
Yellow rims on the 'Vette, same color Paul Wall's grills
I'ma start trippin' if I pop a couple X pills (Huh, huh?)
Twenty thousand self promotion cause I got no record deal (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round the town, six twelves beatin' the block down (Huh?)
Zone 6 is my stomping ground, sun valley don’t play around (Yeah)
Pitching cocaine like Greg Maddux on the mound (Damn)
Your partner hit a foul cause he shorted me a pound

[Chorus]
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty (Yeah)
Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘74 old school set it on Ashanti’s (Yeah)
Still rather get my car washed by a junkie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty (Yeah)
Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys (Yeah, yeah)
Moved to Atlanta, set it on Ashanti’s (Yeah)
Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies

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