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letra de love that - gucci mane

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’m the big boss, man, so i signed a check
ridin’ in the vette with a case of moët
got a blondе, a brunette, invisible sеts
vs1, baby, f-ck baguettes
my rims same size as armored jet
i’m too legit that i can’t quit
how you do that there, girl? oh, could trap
my pinky ring cost d-mn near brick fair
i’m so gutter, but i’m so rich
got the rhythm and the urban stations on my d-ck
in the hood, you can find it
got a couple mil’, you can sign it
ain’t no need to rewind it
if you got a couple mil’, you can sign it
huh
[chorus: gucci mane & mac bre-z]
when you pull up in them fours, man, them hoes love that
them hoes love that, them hoes love that
got ice around your neck, man, them hoes love that
them hoes love that, them hoes love that
if you got a fat ass, man, them n-ggas love that
them n-ggas love that, them n-ggas love that
if you got your hair fixed, man, them thugs love that
them thugs love that, them thugs love that

[verse 2: mac bre-z]
n-ggas love to tote a b-tch around just like i’m a trophy
when we hit the club, all them n-ggas approach me
i bet them hoes show me love ’cause they like my style
hatin’ b-tches mean-mug ’cause they couldn’t walk a mile
in these jimmy choos with the pedicure, look tall
n-gga walkin’ past sayin’, “i like those”
that n-gga shoes and mac bre-z never lose
and i’m comin’ through in the pt cruisin’
yeah, ’cause i’m the mac, i’m the mac
no ring on my finger, so them n-ggas love that
fat ass, girl, that fat ass fat
ten pack of gold grills, yeah, them thugs love that

[chorus: gucci mane & mac bre-z]
when you pull up in them fours, man, them hoes love that
them hoes love that, them hoes love that
got ice around your neck, man, them hoes love that
them hoes love that, them hoes love that
if you got a fat ass, man, them n-ggas love that
them n-ggas love that, them n-ggas love that
if you got your hair fixed, man, them thugs love that
them thugs love that, them thugs love that
[verse 3: maceo]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ pimp, hoes love that sh-t
got stacks on deck, i don’t love no b-tch
it’s la flare entertainment, so you know i’m hood rich
super c-cky young n-gga and my wrist game sick
you can catch me on the flat bustin’ down a fifty pack
givin’ back to the hood ’cause the hoes love that
you can catch me on mornin’ scr-pin’ hard in that lat
with the beat by the pound, ’bout to break a b-tch back
fifty pack of percs, so you know i’m geeked up
she asked to hit my blunt, so you know she gettin’ f-cked
ridin’ in my rio, baby, please don’t touch
brand new wooden dash, so you know it cost some bucks, yeah

- gucci mane

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