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Gucci Mane-Under Arm Kush HQ
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

16 on my Jacobs baby, Pick me up bout 11ish Cut my bitch off, I went and got a better bitch Yellow Vette, red old school with the chrome wheels Yellow rims on the Vette, take a look at Paul Walls grillz I'ma start trippin' if I pop a couple X pills Twenty thousand self promotion cause I got no record deal Ridin' round the town six 12s beat the block down Zone 6 is my stomping ground, Town valet don't play around Pitching cocaine like Greg Maddux on the mound Your partner hit a five cause he shorted me a pound Under arm kush so you know it smell musty Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys '74 old school setted on Ashanti's, Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie Under arm kush so you know it smell musty Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys, Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies Damn Arizona bound... Is Atlanta takin No-Do's With a big booty broad freaky with the dope clothes Light green mid same color as my shell toes Made your girl my girl cause she fronted me some elbows, Caught her with the cool dog I'ma have to show them Phat with the muffler in case I have to blow them Twenty six donk riding twenty six inches Twenty six lawyers nigga, twenty six bitches I give it to a nigga if I catch the nigga slippin' Hit the Eastside gotta ask for my permission Under arm kush so you know it smell musty Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys '74 old school setted on Ashanti's, Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie Under arm kush so you know it smell musty Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys, Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies I was in seventh grade with a half an ounce of ready made Money rules everything the hard broke my wrist blades J's at my door, I got money on the floor I'ma million dollar nigga on the motherfucking low I be working twerk them powder pills, crack, and that syrup I'm in my foreign car dog, it's from western Europe Thousand dollar ounce same price as my insurance Shawty stop my plates on a trappin interference Shawty talking to me man I ain't even hear her Seen her dance last week and I ain't even see her I'm a fitted man, sitting man Gucci what's the dinner dog? Shawty low told me "you is in the city dog" Under arm kush so you know it smell musty Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys '74 old school setted on Ashanti's, Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie
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