Plug Talk

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Gucci Mane - Rap, In English

Plug Talk

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[Intro] Burn One, Burn One (This is another raw beats production) Sheah sheah, sheah, yeah, Gucci, Gucci huh huh huh hah Guccarachi baby, Gucci Gucci, sheah, Cocaina shawty [Chorus] When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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] My guala, my partna, mota mañana, gracias de nada, guap millions of dollars ¿Qué pasa, amigo? Cocaine muy bonito, cocina mucho Es grande on the leafo, ese El Pablo My barrio, yo barrio, comprende, my friende You speak real good engle, 600 Wednesday, 5000 Tuesday El nombre es Gucci, no puto no pussy, Coronas and kushy Kilos and elbows, chicos señoritos, they come from Mexico, there he go 20 tacos and it got me 50 burritos, S550 Mercedes on Flat Shoals ¿Qué pasa, mañana? My guala-guala, my partna-partna Love to treat a nigga to steak and lobster, now a nigga owe him a million dollars Got me makin' 10 Gs an hour, money is power, time is money You don't know the nigga that serve the dummy, serve the junkies then ride Asantis [Chorus] When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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 When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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 2] With the bomboclats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas Rude boys and rude girls, jamaican mobsters I shot the sheriff, smokin' Bob Marley All of this Ecstasy is killin' me softly Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty 6 spot my X spot, can't dodge the red dot Smokin' the lala, can't get no higher Where is me iya? Chiefin' the fire Where is me lighter? look at me ice-uh Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh I pack a rifle, I loves me life-uh Put up your hands before I put up my rifle [Chorus] When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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 When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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 3] What's up nigga, what 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 nah them ain't 22's Still keep coke in inner tubes, plottin' on my next business move 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it Maserati blue Brought my gun but forgot my roof, pullin' up with your baby boo Ooh ooh it's you know who, it's last call, baby, what you gonna do? Lookin' for somethin' thick I can screw, pack change and my diamonds too Trap nigga watch me remindin' you, my grill and ring be blindin' you If you a stuffin' artist I'm signin' you, I'm still the black nigga that be shinin' too Trap nigga, watch me remindin' you, my grill and ring be blindin' you If you a stuffin' artist I'm signin' you, I'm still the black nigga that be shinin' too, bitch [Chorus] When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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 When I see my plug, this how I talk to him 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

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  • Raw Beats
  • Gucci Mane