gucci mane
cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah (feat. chris brown & lil wayne)
[Intro: Gucci Mane] Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah [Hook: Gucci Mane] I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Do you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is ? I'mma roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff Drink a fifth, pop a ?, one of those then plead the fifth 40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real [Hook x2] I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there [Verse 2: Chris Brown] They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit My wheels big, they deep dish Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute Did he just say that? Yes I did Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin' Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin' [Hook x2] I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, stay in line ho Yeah, get your mind right bitch Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape I'm like 5'6″, dick 7'8″ [Hook x2] I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there