Whip Appeal Gucci Mane & V-Nasty (Ft. P2theLA)

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[Intro: V-Nasty]
White Brick Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob (x2)
White Brick Mob, bitches

[Chorus: V-Nasty]
Why we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars I'mma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars I'mma call it whip appeal, bitch

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
No I'm not a scholar
I'm drinking out the bottle
Only fuck with models
If she ain't dead fine than there ain't no need to holler
Yeah, I'm a baller
My swag through the roof
And your girlfriend is the truth
We got a room at the Ramada
She don't want to be bothered
You callin' like a father
You actin' like a toddler
You need a role model
I'm Polo with the Prada
I'm balling on you niggas like a Harlem Globetrotter
I'm walking with a waddle
You make believe niggas Harry Potter
Amigo friends might recommend the whole enchilada
Your girlfriend is a quitter
You should spit or you saliva
I'm Gucci Mane the mobster
Not a jocker, not a blogger

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