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Gas & Mud
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Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
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Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
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It's low down Gucci Steal ya bomb Gucci Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie Gas packed shawty Dirty cup shawty And why they call it Mountain Park it ain't no God damn mountain I was raised in Sun Valley wasn't a damn thing sunny And I can't lie I tried to serve every God damn junkie Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep the Budweiser She's a blunt begging bitch so I don't wanna stand by her If you pouring ounces up then I don't wanna drink with you If you ain't gettin money I don't wanna link with you I'll bring the pot to the water, I can kitchen sink with you I had to kick you out the squad you was the weakest link nigga I got gas, gas You know I got the gas Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag Gas, gas, sell it really fast The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck All this mud drinkin', bud stankin' Walking 'round the club nigga I'm a drug dealer, real killa, mean mugging fuck niggas I heard you lookin for me nigga, I'm the one who shot your drug dealer And if you really wanna go to war then I don't give a fuck nigga Got a Bentley with the paper tags Book bag full of gas Pockets can't hold all the gas I can loan your man some swag And I'll pull that pistol fast PRPs hang off my ass You saved your money bought a Jag well bitch I could go buy a jet Remember 1996 the year that I robbed my connect I wasn't even twenty yet I-20 with 20 bricks I done did all kind of shit Y'all niggas just full of shit I just drunk to much today Tryna drink the pain away I got gas, gas You know I got the gas Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag Gas, gas, sell it really fast The pack came in, you know this shit is gas Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck Love drankin dirty, woke up really late I used to drank up early, I like the way it tastes Drankin' on this Actavis I love to drink the grapes They catch you with these pints my nigga you might catch a case Flossin', tossin' proceed with caution I'm the boss and I ain't takin' no losses Smokin' gas and I'm sippin' on poison Fuck the arguin' Imma hit my target Caught a body but I beat my charges Two Ferraris I got twin horses New charger and I set it on forges G5 touch down on Moreland Poppin' pills like I hear voices Me and Scooter just bought twin Porsches Louboutins, but I wear 'em like Forces Burberry my boxer shorts is Louis V that's where my shorts is Sun Valley that's where my heart is Twenty sixes so I'm sittin' real high Ridin' in the sky, same place my lord is I got gas, gas You know I got the gas Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag Gas, gas, sell it really fast The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck Gas, mud
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Gary Rafael Hill, Rodriquez Dejuan Yancy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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