Fuck With Me Gucci Mane

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[Intro]
Drumma Boy

[Verse 1]
I get it’s the clothes I'm wearing (wearin')
Baby girl she keep starin'(starin)
And I'm looking like I've been getting money all day
Your boyfriend run errands (errands)
I don’t want to meet your parents (Nope)
She angry I'm not carin' (nah)
Too high to greet your mom
Do your daddy know what your wearin'? (yeah)
I just can't hold all this gualla (gualla)
Gotta give some to my partna (holy)
Got a stash bag for these hunneds
But I Gotta sneak in with this choppa (bow)
Don’t give a damn about coppers
Local police can't stop us (what)
All my hoes say I'm thoughtful
But my attitude is I'm awful (so)
That’s your girlfriend for life
But the next hour I bought her
Look at all that shit I bought her
She my homie we partnas
She's the realest bitch, a shopper (shopper)
Like a high fashion model (gucci)
Know you broke so she don’t bother
When she call me tell her I got her (got her!)

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