Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane

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  • Gucci Mane Work Ya Wrist Lyrics

           

    [Chorus:]
    The difference between a pimp and a skreet nigga dawg
    Is a pimp nigga work his beitch
    I travel with the trap, I pimp with the track
    But a street nigga works his wrist
    [x4]
    Work ya wrist then, well work ya wrist then

    I get my wrist game on cause my wrist game strong
    And my wrist flexible like I broke my wrist bone
    I got muscles in my wrist, cause the 4 touched the pad
    I can't count every play I use different rubber bands
    Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs
    When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that
    Hold up, Hold up, this shit won't cake up
    80 thousand dollar profits so I bought a jake up
    Yeeaahhh, yeah that's my favorite word
    Hit a plug with the herb and connected with the bird
    He hurt he know homey where ya been dog?
    Ain't no sense in callin' Gucci less yer buying 10 dog
    I crossed 10 state lines just to bring the pack here
    Go'n figure ya W-2s out cause I'm taxin'
    I'll pay for that ass I ain't never been a mack
    Let yer front be a pack, I'll bring that money back

    Gotta stay fresh, all white tee
    Dark Gucci loaks for the boy can't see
    Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it's goin down
    Yeeahh, and I'm sick wit it I got major cake
    And I blow 50 Gs on a rainy day
    I got hard white, I'm with Gucci Mane
    We fuckin 50 hoes cause they some Gucci fans
    There's a stack dirty, there's a plaque dirty
    His jeans cut and his slacks dirty
    Blowin bubble gum, we gettin blew down
    Like it's Mardi Gras, we got the top down
    Imma chef too, name Dough Boy
    Call me Boston, Georgia, or just blow boy
    Fucked a bitch who's gettin stacked
    Keep it moving less yer movin' this pack

    Whatcha say Gucci?
    I was thinking out loud
    Bout what?
    Sellin whole better break the shit down
    Sackin Gary Payton I was gonna buy T-O
    Sat 24, a whole, 80 country "Whoa-flow"
    I got 30 bricks sold add 60 mounds of gold
    Im the same way in case yer baby mobile wanna snow
    D-boy swag mane, shawty that's what I got
    Got that lump bora-yay mane it's jumpin out the pot
    You be down motherfucker cause you know I'm too hot
    sick wrist game dawg I ain't talkin bout my watch
    I'm the same right bear but you can't afford to play
    You can call me frigidaire because I pack a lotta ice
    You can spin the world like the Earth on it's axis
    I'm gainin' wait dawg just like a fat bitch
    Gotta mean with some pea, wanna learn just watch
    Nigga, red stop sign nigga roll kush stop

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