Weird - Gucci Mane

jingle bells\nbubba kush smells\n675 one ounce\nmy trap do numbers, chickens all summers\nbut come back dawg we’re out (out)\nmy swag turned up, my swag got an amp\nyour tramp seen the champ and her pussy got damp\nchickens with the stamp\ni count so much money that my fingers got a cramp\nif you’re not with that camp i suggest you better vamp\ni’m rollin up the plant\ngucci mane’s an alien and you’re not even ant\nnever say can’t, ball, kevin durant\ncamp shine like lamps; guns, grass game gramp\ncrack a egg, that’s my charm, like an omelette on my arm\ncuz my diamonds are my sons, yellow diamonds for my mom\nhe’ll go to the prom, sellin dope what i was doin\nlamborghini, beemer, corvettes and my ten year class reunion\nmy flow so weird\ndiamonds same color as santa claus beard\nho ho hoes i think santa claus here\ndashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet\nover the hills we go, nina, i sold so much dope\nmy car got personality, the grille be smiling, honey\nmy rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy\ngucci major money shawty i get crazy cloudy\nhave a baby by me probly maybe i’ll buy you an audi\nmaui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdy\nchevy caprice 73 play master p im bout it bout it\nprints color mariah carey, if Nick Cannon ask about it\ntell em that big gucci said it, so icey get stupid with it\ndrop top be, passenger seat celebrity\nseven chains on so gucci mane shining heavily\ncocaine heavenly, soft white prejudice\nall white bricks same color as my necklace\nmy flow so weird\ndiamonds same color as santa claus beard\nho ho hoes i think santa claus here\ndashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet\nover the hills we go, nina, i sold so much dope\njumper, i can’t throw a slider\nbut gucci mane’s a rider, slide by any spider\nspiker, viper, vette with rally striper\ntiger stripe pits in my house, ready to bite ya\nstandards way higher, don’t have time to tie em\ncocaina fry em, gas don’t cut the eye uh\nbags full of kushy, beg a pussy to push me\nbrick ya from the roofie, uses it for a cushion\ngushin, whippin, my watch is good lookin\nattractive, handsome, damn that bitch is lookin\ngucci admit it, realest that ever did it\ncommitted, my city’s no pity gutter and gritty\nmy flow so weird\ndiamonds same color as santa claus beard\nho ho hoes i think santa claus here\ndashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet\nover the hills we go, nina, i sold so much dope\njingle bells\nbubble kush smells\n675 one ounce\nmy trap do numbers, chickens all summers\nbut come back dawg we’re out (out)