Lyrics Zaytoven – Two Thangs

Gucci mane
Two Thangs
Trap House

Gucci Mane in da building (Gucci, Gucci)

Hook

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs Repeat 3x

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use dont mean two thangs

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It ain’t the way its da principle (uhh)
What kind of student make mo money than da principal
And I never made da Honor Roll (uhh)
But I’m in the lunch line with a honor Roll
U pumpin’ iron in da weight room (uhh)
I’m on da grind got a nine in da weight room
And I never play softball (uhh)
But I always kept da hard and da soft balls
U doin math on da calculator (uhh)
I’m weighin slabs doin math on a calculator
And I ain’t tryna to write no essays (uhh)
I’m tryna to get a hundred pounds for my eses
U tryna learn how ta speak spanish (uhh)
But my connect tryna teach me ta speak spanish
And U a monitor in da hallway (uhh)
I’m allday on da grind wit a 4-way

Hook

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U da one who won da Spelling Bee (uhh)
I’m da first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher’s pet (uhh)
I’m da one who went and stole da teacher’s cigarettes
And I never went on field trips (uhh)
I’m at Walter’s tryna buy me some stash slips
And I always been cut throat (uhh)
15 takin’ big niggas starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself (uhh)
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin’ money by da truck loads (uhh)
Rollin up Big Fat el productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8’s (uhh)
Box Chevy trunk soudin’ like a earthquake

Hook

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I gotta give it to U raw man (uhh)
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I’m a nigga from da block man (uhh)
In da club puttin down wit da block man
U probably gotta worka 9 to 5 (uhh)
I’m on da grind wit da nines for da 55
Bitch U a half of a 12 (uhh)
Low Key bucket tryna duck 12’s
So what’s up wit dem T-shirts (uhh)
I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt
Better watch yo fuckin’ tone man (uhh)
Cuz U know Gucci keep a tone man

Hook

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