Plug Talk - Gucci Mane

When I see my plug this how I talk to em\nAnd when I serve my folks this how I talk to em\nWhen I’m with my dawgs this how I talk to em\nIt’s gucci mane la flare I’m finna talk to em\nMy guala, my partna, mota manana, gracias denada, quarter millions of dollars\nQue pasa amigo? cocaine muy bonito cohina mucho es grande on the repo\nEse el pablo my barrio your barrio, comprende, my friende you speak real good\nengles\n600 wednesday 5000 tuesday el nombre es gucci no puta no pussy\nRonas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico\nThere he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes on flat shoals,\nque pasa manana\nMy guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobsta,\nnow a nigga owe him a million dollars\nGot me making 10 g’s an hour, moneys power, time is money, you don’t know the\nnigga then serve the dummy\nServe the junkies then ride ashantis\nWith the bomboclats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude\ngirls\nJamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all of this ecstacy\nis killing me softly\nTurgo and curry, mid grade so pretty, this spots my x spot, can’t dodge the red\ndot, smoking the lala\nCan’t get no higher, where is me iya? she sends me fire, where is me lighter,\nlook at me ice-uh\nStep up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh, I pack a rifle, I love me life-uh\nPut up your hands before, I put up my rifle\nWhat’s up nigga wut it do, I’m good my nigga how are you, half a chicken,\nwhole chicken, quarter chicken\nWhat it move? Bentley coupe on bentley shoes, hell na them ain’t 22's,\nstill keep coke in inner tubes\nPlotting on my next buissness move, 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it\nmaserati blue\nBrought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo,\nooh ooh it’s you know who\nIt’s nascar baby what you gonna do, looking for something thick I can screw,\npaint change\nAnd my diamonds too, trap nigga watch reminding you, my grill and ring be\nblinding you\nIf you a stubborn artist I’m signing you, I’m still the same nigga that be\nshining too, Trap nigga, watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you\nIf you a stubborn artist I’m signing you, I’m still the black nigga that be\nshining too bitch