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cold (episodes) - gucci mane lyrics

[intro]
huh
yeah (it’s gucci)

[chorus]
body coca*cola
bend that thing over and clap it like the ‘nolia
we went from the bed to the floor, we on the sofa (uh)
she got my attention, gucci stand up like a soldier (yeah), i told you
bad sh*t out east atlanta (huh), the money turn her to a dancer (huh)
d*mn, she too hot to handle, d*mn, she ain’t got no manners (huh, huh)
bad b*tch from candler road, tec right by her camel toe (huh)
caught her at the amaco on gresham road, lil’ shawty cold (wop)

[verse]
cold, cold, cold, wop
we f*cked at the starlight, beat that p*ssy all night (huh)
woah (huh), woah (huh), woah (huh, wop)
gucci don’t discriminate, i got b*tches, all types (yeah)
bad white sh*t from oregon, d*ck all in her organs (huh?)
all she ask for more and more, you’d think that ho from moreland (well, d*mn)
bad lil’ b*tch from ‘cross the border, she bougie, but she loyal (huh?)
if i get jumped, send a lawyer, got all my b*tches spoiled
from mexico to boston, she don’t pop out often (nah)
you’d think she in the wnba the way she ballin’ (skrrt)
got a foreign b*tch, don’t speak english, but it’s really no need to talkin’ (no)
and her booty so big, she standin’ still, but it’s shakin’ like she walkin’ (wow)
[chorus]
body coca*cola
bend that thing over and clap it like the ‘nolia
we went from the bed to the floor, we on the sofa (uh)
she got my attention, gucci stand up like a soldier (yeah), i told you
bad sh*t out east atlanta (huh), the money turn her to a dancer (huh)
d*mn, she too hot to handle, d*mn, she ain’t got no manners (huh, huh)
bad b*tch from candler road, tec right by her camel toe (huh)
caught her at the amaco on gresham road, lil’ shawty cold (wop)

- gucci mane lyrics

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