
Fell In Love Gucci Mane (Ft. Frenchie, OJ da Juiceman & Sy Ari da Kid)
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I fell in love, I fell in love
Got introduced to hustling, and I fell in love
I'm selling dubs, I'm selling dubs
Put my eyes on that white girl, and fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love
Got introduced to money, and I fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love
[?] chopper [?]
[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
I fell in love, with selling drugs
Turned fifteen, dropped out the porch, then I ran it up
Beat some murder charges, fifty racks, and all dubs
Playing with the birds, in the kitchen, cooking dub
I'm a trap-a-holic, no after [?] I'm balling
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking what-ya-ma-call-it
Nasty with the wrist, cooking shiney [?]
Yello diamonds got me looking like [?]
In the pot with the whites, I ain't color [?]
In the trap with glass, mathematics
I met Ben Franklin, [?]
Married to the money, just bought that ho a Range
You know I keep that white, same color [?]
Twin-turbo [?] sitting on them things
When you talking traps, nigga we the kings
Put a hole in your head like Krispy Kreme
I fell in love, I fell in love
Got introduced to hustling, and I fell in love
I'm selling dubs, I'm selling dubs
Put my eyes on that white girl, and fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love
Got introduced to money, and I fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love
[?] chopper [?]
[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
I fell in love, with selling drugs
Turned fifteen, dropped out the porch, then I ran it up
Beat some murder charges, fifty racks, and all dubs
Playing with the birds, in the kitchen, cooking dub
I'm a trap-a-holic, no after [?] I'm balling
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking what-ya-ma-call-it
Nasty with the wrist, cooking shiney [?]
Yello diamonds got me looking like [?]
In the pot with the whites, I ain't color [?]
In the trap with glass, mathematics
I met Ben Franklin, [?]
Married to the money, just bought that ho a Range
You know I keep that white, same color [?]
Twin-turbo [?] sitting on them things
When you talking traps, nigga we the kings
Put a hole in your head like Krispy Kreme
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