Tag Team

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Please excuse me for being a G, that's just the way they raised me I ball so bad, I pay for it, I want to see her naked She shaken like she got a seizure, shorty goin' crazy Datin' all kinds of important people, her swag is amazing Wanna go to Costa Rica? Kick around and play it? We could just-a stay in or I could take you shopping Corporate smoking pounds of reefer but I got a make it Hate on me, no snitchin' either, I'm just trying to make cents Can you get me cocainia? I'll tell you to take it Rest of them toy desert eagles, ak - she be fakin' Role my blunts in deuces cause I'm so very impatient Meet em, then I greet em, then I bust all in their faces [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring He fucked her then he tagged me. We call it tag team Fuckin' bitches after shows. We call it tag team Fuckin' bitches on the road. We call it tag team [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm diggin' that mix, tag team with the right hand Make me a Sprite and I'm going all night man Gucci got the front, so you know I gotta get the back Give that ass a smack, for a fact. She gonna throw it back Dick in her hand, like spit on that The lil' purdy lil' thing put kids on that Girl, I want that pussy. Girl, gimme that Got have that. Long hair, ass fat You know you wanna nigga like me Dread-head, tats and some gold teeth All the sights on me, I can't get girls up off of me I'm a stone cold stunner call me Flacka All that shake, do it come with fries? The way you twerk that ass, got a nigga crosseyed [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring He fucked her then he tagged me. We call it tag team Fuckin' bitches after shows. We call it tag team Fuckin' bitches on the road. We call it tag team