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"Damn Shawty" is a track by Gucci Mane, from the album Trap House, released 24th May 2005. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[Chorus: Young Snead] Damn, shawty, why you hatin' so hard? 'Cause my chain worth a mil'? Are my rims too large? Damn, shawty, you can get it like me Ayy, don't be mad 'cause I'm in the club throwin' up G's Damn, shawty, that shit fucked up Niggas mad 'cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin' no love Damn, shawty, I'm straight from the streets Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci finally made it, niggas player hated When I hit the club, I got twenty G's to play with Bitch, I'm the brick man, ballin' like a rich man Sippin' on this syrup, got me leanin' like a kickstand Recognize the pimpin', center of attention LaFlare Entertainment, I'm playin' my position Waitin' on the bitches, holler at the bitches Never worked for Church's, but I served a lot of chickens Got a lot of G's, so I do a little trickin' Ho, take this lil' money, bitch, and go on about your business Every day is Christmas, every night is Valentine 10 in New York, it's 9 Alabama time Moved to ATL, the whole East Atlanta mine Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line Gucci 'bout to pimp shit, lobster, steak and shrimp shit Big Cat, LaFlare, you try, you'll get your wig split [Chorus: Young Snead] Damn, shawty, why you hatin' so hard? 'Cause my chain worth a mil'? Are my rims too large? Damn, shawty, you can get it like me Ayy, don't be mad 'cause I'm in the club throwin' up G's Damn, shawty, that shit fucked up Niggas mad 'cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin' no love Damn, shawty, I'm straight from the streets Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot My earrings bling, pinky ring on fire Twinkle, twinkle, see the stars pass by Gucci Mane ain't hot, you's a goddamn liar Why ask why? Nigga, no Bud Dry A case of Cristal and a black .45 Hoes in the club like, "Who is that guy?" Drinkin' Cristal, throwin' money in the sky His fit so sharp and his whip so large Them rims keep spinnin', but the car stay parked Four bedroom with the two car garage Gucci just copped, nigga, I ain't got a flaw Wet paint job and the automatic start Semi-automatic if you try to play hard Gucci Mane Montana, from East Atlanta Bitch, the diamonds in my chain same color bananas, uh [Chorus: Young Snead] Damn, shawty, why you hatin' so hard? 'Cause my chain worth a mil'? Are my rims too large? Damn, shawty, you can get it like me Ayy, don't be mad 'cause I'm in the club throwin' up G's Damn, shawty, that shit fucked up Niggas mad 'cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin' no love Damn, shawty, I'm straight from the streets Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me Damn, shawty, why you hatin' so hard? 'Cause my chain worth a mil'? Are my rims too large? Damn, shawty, you can get it like me Ayy, don't be mad 'cause I'm in the club throwin' up G's Damn, shawty, that shit fucked up Niggas mad 'cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin' no love Damn, shawty, I'm straight from the streets Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me
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