Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Thats That lyrics
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Whole lot of chains, don’t let them get loose Sipping rich man juice that’s a 4 wanna deuce All my cars they ain’t got no roof And I’m pleading that guilty, they ain’t got no proof Look in my closet, I ain’t got no suits 2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots Broke ass nigga ain’t got no clue I’m so rich I can buy your troops Gucci going broke, you’re a god damn fool Piss so bad, I’ma put it through school These rob niggas don’t move like me When I move all the young niggas gonna move You can run up but what you gonna prove Put your bad, put your whole god damn news Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose [Hook] Baby got that back pack, and that’s that Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that Nigga’s my show in the club back, and that’s that You might not get your bitch back, and that’s that Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that Got a bitch so bad, looking good with no pants Running down on the booth, …so bad Proceed on the jag, and her boyfriend bad, outside, Bitch with the Georgia tats Smelling so bad she a … Passed up bitch she employ your ass Red bottom heels and... and she riding around the city just dropping swag Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask Hunned … for the cash I do, have a car so fast I loose your ass Go so bad that she got you blinded Kill you a cat and you buy her diamonds All by life, where you been, bitch so fine, we move her in …stop, that devil tripping, last thing I need to do is move that bishop Yeah we good, and we’re …what can I say baby, I’m a tycoon Gucci mane, I ain’t for the job no boom But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose [Hook] Baby got that back pack, and that’s that Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that Nigga’s my show in the club back, and that’s that You might not get your bitch back, and that’s that Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that