Out the Bowl lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Uh, hold up hold up hold up
And my n*gga Thug in this motherf*cker
Turn it up, cut it up a little more
Feel like I'm sleepwalkin' (Yeah)
Sleep talkin'

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane and Young Thug]
Cut my b*tch off, wash my di*k off in a b*tch mouth
Make her kiss your boy, you ain't ride, so you b*tched out
Shawty so fine that I can’t put the b*tch out
But she got me p*ssed off, damn I should have tricked off
Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross
Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross
1017 boss, b*tch call me gold mouth
Big Guwop in the house and he showed out
Disrespect Brick Squad and you get drugged out
And every time I limp down the street, that’s a plug walk
Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift?
Ten tell ten that I got your b*tch ten pills
Telling everybody in the place, can’t sit still
Sorry to say that I know where your b*tch live
Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is
Bag came wrong, I'ma show them what the deal is
Rolling like motherf*cker, 45 X pills
She make me say (My my my) [?] easy
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale)
15 hundred comin' out a n*gga's nose
Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Cash out today)
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby)
We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay)
15 hundred comin' out a n*gga's nose (Yeah)
Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah, Thugger)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Brand new Bentley, Young Thug gettin' it
Her hair extended, my clip extended
Me and her twinsies, Ferragamo and Fendi
Jimmy call for the Lindsay's, mouth gold, no penny
Gotta keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying
Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty
Freeze, b*tch, get in position
Knees, please, suck me 'til I'm empty
S-double-M, we gon' squeeze it 'til it's empty
They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys
Thousand for my cologne, never catch me stinky
Ooh, look at her winky, at young me, oh my G

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale)
15 hundred comin' out a n*gga's nose
Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Cash out today)
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby)
We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay)
15 hundred comin' out a n*gga's nose (Yeah)
Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah, Thugger)
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