
Street Smart Gucci Mane (Ft. Lil C & OJ da Juiceman)
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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, street smart entertainment
So Icey Entertainment, street smart nigga dawg
Real talk, that's real spit trap money on deck man OJ [?]
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I was in the junior high with a bub of mids dawg
Like a money or an eight then I got some big balls
Got a pound of mid-grade sitting on my front seat
Put a seat belt on it ride HOV
I'm a hot young nigga I'm H O T
Street smart young nigga no phd
[?] the fifty-sixty-three little shawty that's me
Fifty for one-five three for a qp
Light off the cab mall baby I'm the best out here
In a drop [?] cause prices get high
In the school of hard knocks niggas selling hard rocks
Kinder gardeners go to school weed in their lunchbox
See I'm not a role model shawty cook that work
Peer pressure young nigga come and hit this purp, yeah
I got a trick up my sleeve got a five gram plate
Quarter brick up my sleeve
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a nigga from the hood can't read real good
But I can sell dope good I can sell weed good
Didn't listen to my mama or the goddamn preacher
On the low I got more money than the goddamn teacher
I'm a street smart nigga didn't read no books
Didn't take home economics but I sure can cook
Eighteen for a whole, nine-five for a half
Were good at English but great at math
Yeah, street smart entertainment
So Icey Entertainment, street smart nigga dawg
Real talk, that's real spit trap money on deck man OJ [?]
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I was in the junior high with a bub of mids dawg
Like a money or an eight then I got some big balls
Got a pound of mid-grade sitting on my front seat
Put a seat belt on it ride HOV
I'm a hot young nigga I'm H O T
Street smart young nigga no phd
[?] the fifty-sixty-three little shawty that's me
Fifty for one-five three for a qp
Light off the cab mall baby I'm the best out here
In a drop [?] cause prices get high
In the school of hard knocks niggas selling hard rocks
Kinder gardeners go to school weed in their lunchbox
See I'm not a role model shawty cook that work
Peer pressure young nigga come and hit this purp, yeah
I got a trick up my sleeve got a five gram plate
Quarter brick up my sleeve
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a nigga from the hood can't read real good
But I can sell dope good I can sell weed good
Didn't listen to my mama or the goddamn preacher
On the low I got more money than the goddamn teacher
I'm a street smart nigga didn't read no books
Didn't take home economics but I sure can cook
Eighteen for a whole, nine-five for a half
Were good at English but great at math
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