Lyrics Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat Chris Brown Y Lil Wayne de Gucci Mane - Hip Hop

Gucci Mane - Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Cyeah Feat Chris Brown Y Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Do you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit
I'm the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch
When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift
Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is ?
I'mma roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill
Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a ?, one of those then plead the fifth
40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him
Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin' I keep it real

[Hook x2]
I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit
My wheels big, they deep dish
Engine bigger than a mo'fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish
See-through, all blue, I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you
Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest
And I'm fuckin' with the motherfuckin' dogs too
All this money, I done met my quota, I'm 'bout it bitch
Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit
For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute
Did he just say that? Yes I did
Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like
Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I'll kill it
Fuckin' a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin'
Lookin' at my girl like, no you didn't
Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin'

[Hook x2]
I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stay in line ho
Yeah, get your mind right bitch
Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy
And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy
My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies
Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie
I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder
Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter
Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake
Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake
And if that nigga trippin', tell him yellow tape
I'm like 5'6″, dick 7'8″

[Hook x2]
I don't really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that's cause you're the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there