Gucci Mane Feat. Lil Wayne & Chris Brown - Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah (Prod. By Polow Da Don) | Текст песни

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• Gucci Mane Feat. Lil Wayne & Chris Brown
• Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah (Prod. By Polow Da Don)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah

[Chorus: 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 on the strength
A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp?
Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a drift
Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a what? 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 gems, pinky same colour my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flauging I keep it real

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 motherfucker, 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 gorrilas, and I'm fucking with the motherfucking 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
And now open your legs up, let me show you this business
Microphones I blaze boy, any little beat, any track I'll kill it
Fucking a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
Got girls in the club with their lace front swinging, looking at my girl like no you didn't
Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfucking pussy I'm killing

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 tripping, tell him yellow tape
I'm like 5'6\", dick 7-8

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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

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