High on Pillz (Ellie Goulding, Gucci Mane) lyrics

by

Chiddy Bang


[Intro: Gucci Mane & (Ellie Goulding)]
Gucci Mane is in the building! (Whoa-oh-oh)
So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track (Whoa-oh-oh)
We goin' to the club we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Mac Bre-Z]
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Yeeaaaaahhh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy 'til yo' b*tch came in
'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Ain't yo' name lil' Trina? Cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane, you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin'
On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple
"Gucci, show time!" Give me five mo' minutes
And a cold orange juice, cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and requested "I'm Da Man"
The next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Mac Bre-Z]
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Yeeaaaaahhh

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no di*k
Neva took a pill or neva ate a b*tch
You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you married, well b*tch you might be
But I bet your husband ain't icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm the sh*t in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Ain't no waffle house baby, hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme
Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked
Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin' rollin' rollin' we ain't slept in weeks

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Mac Bre-Z]
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'
Is you rollin'

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up

b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be
Yeeaaaaahhh

[Outro: Gucci Mane & Mac Bre-Z]
Ay whassup Gucci Mane!
Why you sweatin so hard?
Is you rollin or somethin?

sh*t well baby I might be
But got damn what is you doin?
You jockin a playa, you chew-chewy over here right
Look I ain't K-Rab baby knahmean I'm not a piece of bubblegum
What I'm doin is not your business
But matter of fact while you over here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the sh*t you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do aight I'ma give you this hundred dollars
Go get you whatever you drankin
Bring me and my clique about ten of them orange juices
Five Crunk juices and we'll be straight how 'bout that
And is you straight is you single or is you married?
Cause I might be, b*tch I might be
b*tch I might be, b*tch I might be
YAAAAAAAHH

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