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Georgia Lyrics - Artist : Gucci Mane
This is what's happenin'
Them pretty things got me across the border (Uh) Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia (Gangsta Grillz, shoutout to Russell Raw) She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia (Seven Valley, it's Gucci) That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade (It's Gucci, baby, it's So Icy time) Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia (It's Gangsta Grillz) Ten bands on triple, these niggas want to triple Go watch yellow triple, go whine (Huh) Polo, Polo, slippers on me And my mama keep trippin' cause I'm selling cocaine (Huh) Came in the game with an ounce of game But I lost three times trying to work the flame I part the thing, then I worked the train Jumped off the train, then sold the 'caine I did the thing, I can't complain But sometimes things seem kinda strange Summer lost her grandma too, sometimes I gained that Aa-ni-ya And hit the water, then across the border Then the cross-cross floor on the clear to Georgia Had a hundred broads, three flipped the order You hoes scrap, I work the boiler Shoutout to my Moolin Half niggas (Gangsta) Pressure Park niggas Eastside All-Stars, what's happenin'? Quick, what up? (Gangsta Grillz) Mack and Jay, what up? Them pretty things got me across the border Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia (DJ Drama) She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia Just fucked twenty grand up, peace, I'll make another million (Go) Get 'em back to Georgia, break 'em down and make a killing (Yeah) Check the speed on Damana, thank god it's sixty-five Drop a quarter in the country, I'ma charge 'em sixty-five (Go) All the flies in my stomach, can I feel 'em finna fuck me? 'Cause I just called Georgia borders and the state patrol watching shit (They watching) Shit, I got 'em in the trunk of a Cevi so I don't look so suspicious Growing up in East Atlanta, I know Gucci doing dishes Where'd he go? New'll lick him when it hit us Say you coming back to town, about a thousand pounds a minute I'm doing digits, two mil a year in a week, what's a million dollar trap? And I did a lot of debit before I ever wrote a rap (Let's go) Them pretty things got me across the border Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia (It's Gucci, man) That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade (East Atlanta, stand up, man, what's happenin'?) Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia I got this Mac N Cheese for naked men, she take that dick, she baking it (Huh?) That's how she be scraping it, her sick nigga let her take the shit (Skrrt) I cuffed and bust her, baby, baby, damn near by my razor (Yeah) Help me count these faces, shawty, help me, make me crazy rich My white girl down in the middle of Georgia, bringing me caucasian bricks And East wouldn't let him, learned his lesson, Boozoo to a mexican Them bands again show all his friends to this young black American He from lil shawty, bought that RZA, and he ain't even shot his son (Gangsta Grillz) Shoutout to Stokeswood My nigga Mocho Quay Big Jay Gangsta Grillz Them pretty things got me across the border Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia, Georgia Now, me, myself I'm originally from PA Named my name in GA See, I hustled this music all over Georgia Now they want the product worldwide It's nothing like it |
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