Gucci Mane – There I Go (feat. J. Cole & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics Letra ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Gucci Mane slayed it, cole walkin’ out with ms, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it (well damn)
Yeah, uh
Real nigga, I don’t say that a lot
You can tell how I talk in the way that I rock
I’m a straight shooter, no sugarcoat
No booger sugar, never had a nose full of dope
It’s all good folks, cope how you wanna cope
Drink what you wanna drink, smoke what you wanna smoke
Stroke who you wanna stroke
Just as long she down, if she not, fuck it, then run along, boy
It’s too many fish to be pressed about a bitch
I’m stackin’ too many chips, could care less about a fit
I’m in some dirty ass kicks watchin’ YouTube
I’m cuttin grass in designer, like it’s fobu
I got a real thick gal, wanna sit on my lap
No bbl, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin’ every bitch a pop?
Not a whole lot of niggas that done felt like that, but
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him
Gucci mane and J. Cole the collaboration
They poked the bear and woke the bear up out of hibernation
These boys exaggeratin’, do a lot of fabrication (liar)
But ain’t no gimmicks in my gang, this shit ain’t animations (liar)
Now mike will made-it and Gucci Mane slayed it (wow)
Think I’m the dopiest rapper ever, niggas overrated (well damn)
The pain got eliminated, the top decapitated (yeah)
He had a buzz, but it went dry, that shit evaporated (huh?)
Big ups to Fayetteville, shoutout Mechanicsville
I keep it trill, that go from Thomasville to Summerhill (for real)
In my Bugatti, but I used to have a Bonneville
I’m goin’ sky, I’m talkin’ switch my mood by puffy crib (wow)
Screamin’: Yes sir (yes sir), [let’s just?] stress first
My diamonds go, brr (brr), yeah it’s a cold world (it’s cold)
I told my niggas slow motion was the best motion (slow)
And money turn these bitches on, this shit like lil’ potion (woah)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him
Hoes jump out the gym for him
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
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