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I Might Be Lyricsby Gucci Mane Buy album CD: Back To The Traphouse Is you rollin? [x4] Bitch I might be [x2] Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be [x4] [Verse 1:] 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 your bitch 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 your 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 is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice Cause I'm really really trippin Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch 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 marry well bitch you might be But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves that's three Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked Top the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin rollin rollin we ain't slept in weeks [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40 I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pillz call me in the morning Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal [Chorus] Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin. Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't (K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here Is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. I'm a give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices And we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry. Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be
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