We Do It For Fun (Part 3) lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


My flow’s authentic, they won't listen to knock offs
Just the other day Big Block took Joc off
Flavor said “f*ck it” and he took his clock off
Same day Hova lost it and he cut the Roc off
Now this’ll be the same day that I take an L
And later on that night it was a blizzard in hell!

(Yeah, Joker! Third time around it’s only gonna get worse from here baby! Ay! Leh go!)
(B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Big Fruit, Big Fruit)

Maybe, hopefully, probably, possibly…
No! You been looking for the best now you got me
Greatness is here, you should already know
That I have a sick flow like my carpet had a cold
I started out losing, but now I'm winning
Scarface life with an alternate ending
Beat the track up, straight wreck on the freestyle
Beat the pus*y up, and keep vets on my speed dial
She might not do you, but she'll do me
Cause I always get service like AT&T
And I park anywhere I feel
Cause ya can't boot 28-inch wheels, motherf*cker!
I role through ya hood tech knockin’ off shingles
Real unexpected like Snoop Dogg single
People will die if I get disrespected
f*ck so many pussies up that I'm scared to get tested
Millionaire fans, #1 on the checklist
“I knew him back then!” well you should have invested!
Chopper, semi, c*ck it, blast it
Kill you even if I say the same thing on you bast*rds
I promise that she will do anything that I ask her
Limit her vocab down to “harder” and “faster”
You’re my baby, glad that I found you
Cause di*k sucking is the quality that I value (Yeah!)
Arts and crafts n*gga, bend her down and fold her
In ya baby mama’s trunk like a damn stroller
Smokin’ on a blunt, 45' on my waist
I'm the only reason hood n*ggas on MySpace
Don't worry ‘bout it baby, I am not rookie
Straight Chinese, I ain't scared to eat pus*y
And I'm ‘bout to reapply my last line now
So you rappers better run, cause my stomach just growled!

See, I am an army but you can't join me
Dollar bill n*gga, so you can't coin me
Love ‘em and leave ‘em, ya'll still catchin’ feelings
I got that old money, I'm still countin’ shillings
Superhero flow, and the beat’s my villain
Even if the Sears Tower, money stacked to the ceiling
And still I rise just like a balloon
Bentley like a pirate ship, look at all those doubloons!
Potential to blow like a f*ckin’ grenade
Wake ya neighborhood with clappin', like a f*ckin’ parade
Been street ever since the first day
And n*gga, I'mma die in the trap, like prey!
See I'm just tryin’ to chill in the hood, no annoyance from narco
Get rich and f*ck R&B hoes like Rocko
This is genuine, that other sh*t was phony
I am The Rock, ya'll n*ggas Jabronies!
You're hot dog, but I'm a coney
Got all this ice on me, where’s my Zamboni?
Hoes know me, so they always wanna phone me
Latinos even bouncin’, n*gga shoulda won a tony!
Had my feet out the window, MJ got p*ssed
Cause I had some J's on that he didn't know exist
If you tote iron n*gga then I'm bustin’ steamers
Leave ya whole face wet just like Noxzeema
Leave ya whole click wet, sorta somethin’ like Katrina
But 6 feet deep there be no FEMA!
Gangsta appearance, yeah I'm about mine
It’s like new cocaine, how I keep a fresh line
Sweet tooth hoes wanna get in my denims
M&M jeans keep big nuts in ‘em
Pull up in a van, b*tch stankin’ ya deep
I blow the doors off yo sh*t like you came in a jeep!
And fake-ass rappers, they ‘bout to expire
Puttin’ words in songs they probably learned off The Wire
I heard Pac and then I was inspired
To run this rap sh*t until it gets tired!

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