If you ever come to East Atlanta
Ask anybody, “Is Gucci gangsta?”
Still get my drop with the touch of my finger
So iced out I can’t talk to strangers
The Bible said Jesus born in the manger
Lord bury me in East Atlanta
Mr. Perfect I’m more than a rapper
Now you seal up, Saran wrapper
I’m not your average artist
I’m perfect, [?], I’m flawless
I’m Wilt Cham baby, I’m the ballers baller
I hit her, quit her, split her, probably won’t call her
Baller, me & your team are ballin
Beefin’, someones gonna see a coffin
Beats like this they don’t get me that often
I sip codeine cause syrup im coughin’
See yo shit while yo broke as shit
Mr. Perfect, I got boats & shit
VVS watches & Rolls & shit
So Icey Entertainment, we stankin’ rich
Yeeaahh, I love my stankin’ bitch
She love my dirty drawers, I give her dirty dick
Lord take my soul & if I die don’t wave me
Please take my breath if I turn fake
Imma birthday boy bitch I got cake
Birthday cake baby fix my plate
Mr. Perfect girls see me break
One take shawty, just took one take
Monday I did it on my off day
Gucci Mane La Flare I’m so boug-ay
Touche wrists so you don’t say
Gucci swing yo dick my way
I will, I don’t pop pills no more
Dear got them for the low low
Don’t make me smoke dro no mo
Got new goons, my new goons are more cut throat
& I'm married to that white bitch we just eloped
Ya gold chain, bought 2, baby cocaine flow
Trappin to the bottom rounds of ammo
A real G give the J’s what they pay for
Go get away from me
I’m So Icey Entertainment
O-S-S did I say G-U-C-C-I M-A-N-
E, La Flare you done heard bout me
I’m Mr. Perfect, Perfect I am
Ski, Gucci, Gucci Mane
Mr. Perfect I am
Wilt Chamberlain, chain swangin’
[?] danglin’, heart danglin’
I’m blangin
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