Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane – Super Cocky

I’m super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super molly
Twin Ferraris got em thinkin
I’m down with illuminati
Say you sorry beg ya pardon
Gucci tooled I pack a garden
Ridin foreign rockin ralph lauren
Call me liberaci
Louie key chain belt and wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat versace
Gucci back so who can stop
I cant lie I’m super cocky

Verse 1:
I got money in every pocket in my cargos
Pull up in a largo call me gucci fargo
Sold so many dueces I should have a bar code
Pj to las vegas want a half a mill at cosmos
Fucked so many bitches dip my dick in rose gold
Suicide doors on a rolls and you know
That I had to go get the brain blowed
They say gucci mane so hard but shawty local
Never rap the same flow and never hit the same hoe
Heard yo nigga in some money but he lame doe
Yo boyfriends a lamo the egg beaters my logo
Imma ruth-a-less I’m da gucci miss!
I put diamonds all in my crucifix
Yall know how I do the shit treat
A r&b bitch like a groupie bitch


Verse 2:
Gucci mane make super profit
Yo girlfriend is jocky jocky
I know what you read about me
I heard what you said about me
Bitches think I’m feedin pigeons
Cause I keep that bread around me
10 bitches and only me this girl
Is gettin some head beside me
First I let her drive the car
Then I let her ride the star
On the bar don’t own her bra
I swear that girl a porno star
Yo boyfriend gotta loaner car
Ménage à trois I’m up to par
Stay stupid fresh I’m extra sharp
I swear he cross dress grandma ma
I’m on yo break lets go to lunch
She ate my balls like crunch and munch
Pull up clean I love to stunt
The backs the front the fronts the trunk
Buy a pint to spike the punch
Smoke out the pound we cram the blunts
Scram if you ain’t servin grams
I still got what them junkies want

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