Letra de Live at the Red Carpet (feat. Peewee Longway) - Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Woah
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (And it's my)
Yeah, on the side, on the side walk
I had to laugh to keep me from crying (Wop)
Ha-ha

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Looking like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (Nerd)
Fuck a bowtie, I'm rocking diamond chains (Burr)
Titties perking, ass poking out
Got my dick so hard, see the vein coming out (Damn)
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk (Huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep going up, posting all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shaking hands he don't care about
I don't give a damn 'bout nothing but the pay amount
I ain't never going broke, all I r?ally care about
Money coming in and out, trapping like it's In-N-Out
Mon?y every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire
Big player, sitting at the end of the boss chair
Sewing loose ends, get you caught up in the crossfire
Looking back, I was in the pen behind barbed wire
And I ain't tried to blend, I'm a stand up tall guy

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (Mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (Freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (Shh)

[Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I remember you from school, nigga, you a hall guy
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I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (No)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standing in the kitchen flipping chickens just like Five Guys
.223'll shitbag, blow out your whole teste
I just made a new investment, ice Wayne Gretzky
Testing, testing, Longway flexing
I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson's
S&L top floor, fucking two besties (Bitch)
Took a hundred pound and went and baguettied the necklace (Ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the setting
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by the petty
Go out like a hot balloon, gon' pop it when we ready
I get your bitch and trap her, make her suck it like spaghetti
The brick came with the stamp on it, we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back, she say I'm fuckin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's, Longway sippin' on Texas (Longway, bitch)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (Mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (Freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (Shh)

[Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I remember you from school, nigga, you a hall guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (No)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire