Walking Lick Gucci Mane (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

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[Intro: DJ Holiday]
Quiet? No I can't be quiet
Shit, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday!
That's 185 right there
Yo Gucc! I know you got like ten birds when we walk in the club nigga
You know what it is, Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Eighty grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside, but I'm coolin' it
Top on down but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit
Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em
Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings
Shit, every word means two things
So the white girl is my boo thang
And I'll come in due time, in the drop head at the blue flame
And I don't like to see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I go to sleep in foreign places
Wake up, count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases, I'm two-faced

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)