Gucci Mane - Plug Talk Lyrics
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    Plug Talk

    Burn One Burn One
    This is another raw beats production (yeah yeah)
    Gucci (huh huh huh hah)
    Guccarachi baby gucci gucci (coke-ina shawty)

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    When I see my plug this how I talk to em
    And when I serve my folks this how I talk to em
    When I'm with my dawgs this how I talk to em
    It's gucci mane la flare I'm finna talk to em

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    My guala, my partna, mota manana, gracias denada, quarter millions of dollars
    Que pasa amigo? cocaine muy bonito cohina mucho es grande on the repo
    Ese el pablo my barrio your barrio ,comprende, my friende you speak real good engles
    600 wednesday 5000 tuesday el nombre es gucci no puta no pussy
    Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
    There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes on flat shoals, que pasa manana
    My guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobsta, now a nigga owe him a million dollars
    Got me making 10 g's an hour, moneys power, time is money, you don't know the nigga then serve the dummy
    Serve the junkies then ride ashantis

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    With the bomboclats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls
    Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all of this ecstacy is killing me softly
    Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty, this spots my x spot, can't dodge the red dot, smoking the lala
    Can't get no higher, where is me iya? she sends me fire, where is me lighter, look at me ice-uh
    Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh, I pack a rifle, I love me life-uh
    Put up your hands before, I put up my rifle

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    What's up nigga wut it do, I'm good my nigga how are you, half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken
    What it move? Bentley coupe on bentley shoes, hell na them ain't 22's, still keep coke in inner tubes
    Plotting on my next buissness move, 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it maserati blue
    Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo, ooh ooh it's you know who
    It's nascar baby what you gonna do, looking for something thick I can screw, paint change
    And my diamonds too, trap nigga watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you
    If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the same nigga that be shining too, Trap nigga, watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you
    If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the black nigga that be shining too bitch


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