Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Dirty Cup lyrics
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Sixes on the charger and they said it couldn’t fit But I’mma still do it ‘cause a nigga so hood Wish I could, and I know I should But fuck that shit, right now I can’t do it Got a super thick chick with some real big lips And I swear the little bitch suck a dick so good Can I hit this? Grill her like a picnic Take a flick, bitch, take a Twitpic, bitch, of a big dick Talkin’ too slick too quick to a new bitch A bitch’ll tease a trick ‘til the trick have a blue dick ‘Bout the same that Jay dropped The Blueprint Niggas tried to say that I hit him with a Poohstick Say you got a gun, but you know you can’t use it So ask your boys, and we still tote Uzis It’s about money it ain’t never ‘bout music Yeah, you’re from the streets, but you still ain’t Gucci Henny bottles and champagne, just coolin’ Groupies keep droolin’ and the hoes keep choosin’ Walkin’ through the mall like I’m seven feet tall Tryin’ on shoes and I got my tool, and… Damn, Gucci Mane, you so unruly Standin’ in your way, pussy nigga, come move me 10-17 yeah, that’s my movement Got ten young killers on the back of my… [Hook: Gucci Mane] My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Opposite of being broke, man, cocaine, dope man Got them J’s smokin’ out a Coke can Nigga got so much work, talkin’ work When I’m in the Cutty still say I’m ridin’ in the work van Oh man, oh man, you don’t really know what’s the deal When the spot you’re workin’ out is really hot And you gotta put it in her butt, but her butt ain’t big enough So you gotta go get a booty shot Got my tooly, call - Got the 50 cal, dick her down – niggas know I payed a few bills Your work stepped on, I got my vest on Motherfuckers already know what it really is Click-clack, get back – you work out, might hit him for a six-pack Work out – get that, might hit him for a six-pack, flip that Me and broke niggas mismatched, my rims cost ten stacks Pimp that, get back – if I fall off, then I’ll motherfuckin’ limp back Pimp that? Pimp what? She said “where your motherfuckin’ limp at?” I said I had a good year, baby So where my, my motherfuckin’ blimp at? [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Back against the wall, I’mma ball like a don I don’t fuck with y’all, y’all’ll never be me Talk sweet game to a petite thang in the jeep, mane Knock your teeth out in the middle of the Heat game If you see things how I see things, you a G, mane Be all you can be, don’t be like me, mane If you buy three I’mma whip it for the free Have a pint of the lean and this is dirty sweet tea, mane Got three old chicks tryna grind on a G, mane Same time that Dr. Dre said “G Thang” Don’t care what another nigga say about me Why’re these niggas still worried ‘bout me, man? Niggas, mane, on the D train with the Brick Gang I’mma act a fool in the kitchen with my reach game Ice on my neck, got a check and a vest And I’m ballin’ like a player from the motherfuckin’ Jets Wanna take it to the streets? Wanna war with a G? Live at the gun range like my name Chief Keef Say you got beef, but you ridin’ too deep I’ll knock the passenger to the damn back seat These Louis shoes on my feet ain’t cheap Gucci Mane street, I’m so concrete Niggas say his style so unique Got your baby brother sellin’ work for me [Hook: Gucci Mane]