Gucci Mane - Get The Doe lyrics
rate mefeat. Rocko
Iced out shawty, your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don’t doubt it
Gucci man show man the club so crowded
Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool whip 40
The center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me
I take a picture with your bitch I don’t know why you allowed it
Bitch I get strong pack in yeah my kush is the loudest
And my name rang bells different countries and counties
They had a bounty on my chain how the fuck they found me
I blow so much purp that I can’t stay grounded
This is on my straigh ag, yeah it’s mounted
A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded
[Hook]
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe
I’m hustlin’ hard bitch I gotta get the dough
On coca cola sellin’ soda, whippin’ it in the bowl
I’m flippin’, I’m flippin’, I’m flippin’, no shit like I’m on a ...
On second, I’m fizzy, I’m flippin’ that codeine
You niggas sellin’ your soul
This here shit is getting crazy, nigga will get you cold
And niggas tellin they mama, hit the valey act like hoes
I’m gone my loot with steel toed boots, so niggas can’t step my toes
I’m packin' my pistol and smokin these Swishers, I’m bout to loose control
I’m working that shoulder, I’m flippin that dough, my pockets are super swoll
Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don’t know who’s friend or foe
These niggas blow your head off just for an ounce of blow
Since you ran up with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose
[Hook]
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe
Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit (they gone)
Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin
Real street niggas in your area, we going for it, we there
Effin, block carrier, we gonn bury ya
All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it
Say watchin ass nigga, you ain’t come to spend it
Why the fuck you here?
Broke hustlin ass nigga, lot of bands in my ear
On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear
Born champine, gladiator, conquered all my fears
Been alive for 30 years, I been gettin money for 20 years
All with gucci he my brother from another mother
Brothers of the same struggle
Still in the trap house, with the gutter
[Hook]
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe
200 cash that’s on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes
I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe.
Thanks to gwb for correcting these lyrics
