Vette Pass By Gucci Mane (Ft. OJ da Juiceman)

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Vette pass by, everybody looking
Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking
Wrist like, "Blaow," chain like, "Ow"
We throw it in the air to watch it come down
You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"
You got a common cold, we got the bird flu
You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"
You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This house is stupid perp, they cost me half a rack
AK half a stack, so we ain't gon hit back
I'm at the gambling house, I won 'bout eighty bands
And went to Magic City and did the rain dance
I'm the cave man, stupid band man
Rubber band man, I'm Extra Gram Sam
A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack
Crazy Gucci shoes, where you get 'em at?
I said it's all white, 'bout a fifty pack
The hottest nigga in the nation ain't dropped yet
Where them pots at? Where them Glocks at?
I kick the door in, where them plots at?

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