C’Yeah lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah
Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (So crazy, Zone 6, yeah)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Do you know who I am? (Huh?) Baby girl, my name the sh*t
I'm the sh*t, yeah, the sh*t, Gucci Mane off in this b*tch
When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (Huh?)
Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip
A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift
Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a what? One of those, then plead the Fifth
Forty K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him?
And my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flodgin', I keep it real
[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Chris Brown]
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Ha, yeah)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Hahahaha, leggo)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (I told you n*ggas, look, yeah!)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
They done f*cked around and let me back on my G sh*t
My wheels big, they deep dish (Woof!)
Engine bigger than a motherf*cker
But on the dashboard, you see fish (Aye)
See-through, all blue
I'm bigger than a barracuda, f*ck you (Hahaha)
Whole bunch of n*ggas in my clique, they gorillas
And I'm f*ckin' with the, motherf*ckin' dawgs too (Woof!)
All of this money, I done met my quota (Yeah)
I'm ballin', b*tch (Ha)
Flow sick, track ebola (Ugh)
Polow, this that sh*t
For all the ladies, you know this that di*k (Yeah)
Hold up, wait a minute (Boaw!)
Did he just say that? Yes, I did (Boaw!)
Now open your legs up, let me show you this business (Ah!)
Microphones, I blaze, boy
Any little beat, any track, I kill it (Yeah)
f*ckin' them models, straight Playboy (Boy)
I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
Got the girls in the club with their lace front swingin' (Ha)
Lookin' at my girl like, "No, you didn't" (Uh-uh)
Somebody better call 911
With all this motherf*ckin' pus*y I'm killin' (Yeah!)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne]
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Might)
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Like)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Yeah)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Alright)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane]
Uh, stay in line, ho
Yeah, get your mind right, b*tch
Yeah, all pus*y ain't good pus*y
And I don't like bald pus*y, I like wolf pus*y
My woman f*ck me good and make kush cookies
Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't f*ck Snookie
Hm, I skate hard and f*ck a b*tch harder
Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter
Eat a redbone like red velvet cake
f*ck a n*gga wife and eat the weddin' cake
And if that n*gga trippin', tell him, "Yellow tape"
I'm like 5'6", di*k 7'8"
Cyeah, hahaha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne]
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Tunechi)
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (That right)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Young Mula, baby!)
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
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