100 Bails Of Kush

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[Intro] Icy money, man, Bart Simpson on deck, man, slick boys on deck, man Thirty two entertainment, I do this shit for the hood, blood in blood out, my clique, my nigga What's happenin' with it nigga, East Atlanta we stand up, nigga Zone 6 affiliated, Bouldercrest originated Pussy get cremated, decapitated, you bitch Burn one [Verse] A hundred bales of kush, you can't even smell me rookie I got cakes to bake, I turn coke to cookie Lookie, lookie, lookie, lookie, here comes Gucci My Bart Simpson stupid, Floyd just overdo it Duece is dab and painted orange on my McClaren Favorite color carrots, got your favorite cutie starin' I'm sprayin' with nobody, I'm signed with nobody I count my own money, I make my own money I own my own publishing, a chicken for a feature A stack for my Monkeys, twelve hundred for my sneakers The reefer keep her cockin desert eagles for the people The reefer keep her cockin desert eagles for my people I got falcons, eagles and doves, cardinals and pigeons Them birds, you under dig it Pound cans of spinach Milk jugs of X, liters of that lean A avalanche of white, a million bales of green, my nigga G-g-give-g-give me a brick Fuck a bitch, all I need is a gun and a clip G-g-g-g-ive me a brick Fuck a bitch, all I need is the motherfuckin' 6, nigga Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme the bricks I'ma take them down, break them down with my clique Go in, them re-rock, them bring back Serve them to the lame ass niggas for the stack OJ, what's up, what's up, what's up, what? Gucci, my grill, Princess Cut Slick boys, yeah, you know they with me It's the S-O-I-C-Y-A-G, U-C I-M-A-N-E, he so damn fly Who is his stylist, the boy be wilin' He playful on the mic, man the boy so childish He making cross over moves, just like Ivan
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- Gucci Mane