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Gucci Mane · Meal Ticket · 2016 · 3:35

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Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that? Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that? Popped so many bottles, I should be a bartender So much cash on me that I should be a money lender Move so many pounds they think that I'm a body builder What I spent last night I coulda bought an Audi, nigga Bet a hundred chickens I don't get no recognition But fuck some recognition, I just want them hundred chickens Scrap the top off my new coupe like I'm an Indian My only wish is that them bricks go back to ten again Wake up, cookin' cake up, got a king size in my kitchen Bad bitch, no makeup, neighbors mindin' they business In the river floatin' face up, been six days and you missin' Don't pay up, won't wake up, leave you sleepin' with the fishes Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that? Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that? It's a well known fact that I keep big straps Got them thangs in my book bag and I'ma bust back When lil' mama see my watch, baby had a heart attack Got a Ziploc full of mollies, I call it the party pack I'm my own fan, I'ma meet myself So much money, gotta treat myself Bought me an old school, yeah, a seven-trey Put rims on, then I called it a day Heard that Gucci Mane and them gettin' money Got ten cars but the show want twenty Rims so big but the tires so skinny Stand next to me, yeah, it cost you twenty Mind your business, don't cost you any Hold on, wait one goddamn minute Gucci Mane came in a drop-top Bentley Switched up, came in a hard-top Benzy Cool as a fool but I sure ain't friendly Wetter than a pool with them goddamn diamonds When I start rappin' then a nigga start shinin' But I'm still trappin' so a nigga still grindin' Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that? Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that? If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that?

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