Lyrics Gucci Mane – Shirt Off

Chorus:
I take mha shirt off n all dha hoes stop breathin x3
So Icy Entertainment
Got dammit I’m freezin

Verse 1: Freachie
F-r-e-a-c-h-I-e
I’m tatted up come find me
A hundred thou so icy
We we poppin bottles
Showin thug love
If you act up in the club
Then you knoe we throwin hollows
Wut it dew partna
Get to close I spark yha
Mha wrist inside the club is like a highlighted marker
On beats I’m a monster
So icy I sponser
This mary jane got on the war like nina parker
I’m bout to kall Wakka
Tell him bring dha choppa(blat)
Fuck Cee in the Dr
He’ll be screamin like the opera
It’s hot as hell I gotta take off mha shirt
Mha car my gurls love to wear skirts
Paint color look like dirt
No shirts in dhat 08′ Vert.

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Verse 2: Whoo Dha Kid
Money doin sumphan to mha ego
More money I see I’m getting tatted like amigo (yea)
White girl say she kan sniff a brick a day
I tell her eat dha cake eat dha cake Anna Mae
Go Go Yhu betta clear the plate (yea)
She said I think I’m dead (why)
Kause I kant feel mha face (yea)
And she think she gettin dolla’s 4rm dha kid
All she get is hard dick in she swallowin mha kids
I knoe dey feelin me kause I’m movin like a «G» move
N mha red in black skirt & her brand new prada matchin mha Evisu
No wife beater so I’m showin off mha sleeveless
Art so I’m a kall it goin wif the breezes

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Verse 3:Gucci Mane
6-1 deep
No shirt no top (go)
White chain bright lane
Vvs white rocks blow
I’m a work ov art mane
I’ll crush yoor ice game
Thousand dolla’s lite mane
Need to rob a dice game
Tatted like a white mane
Party like a rock band
Tha so icy bike game
Makin lames tuck chains
Got damn Gucci Mane
Yhu done did that shit again
Goin knee deep in the earth so that yhu kan have a chain
My body wrote on like an essay
But homie no Mexican
So icy entertainment
You kan write it on me mane
In the center of the stage wif no tank top (no no)
For dha block I’m showin every tattoo I got (yea)

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