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in common - gucci mane lyrics

[intro]
uh
uh
uh
yeah

[chorus]
she say she only f*ck with b*tches, well, we got somethin’ in common
she work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin’ in common (huh)
say she don’t take sh*t from n*ggas, well, we got somethin’ in common (it’s gucci)
she love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin’ in common (wop)
spend that sh*t like it’s my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
valet the coupe on ocean drive, hop out iced out when i stunt (huh)
ain’t got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it’s gucci)
hard as a b*tch, bad lil’ sh*t with me with junk in the trunk (wop)

[verse]
it’s m.o.b. for lifе, i used to be the onе in the back (huh)
them n*ggas popped out with some verses and i came harder than that (harder than that)
i’m servin’ glass straight out the t*top, i go hard in the trap (yeah)
ran up a ticket in some reeboks, n*gga, pardon, my bad (pardon, my bad)
godfather n*gga, still smoke a blunt in the wrap (ah)
bet anybody tell you gucci put the 6 on the map (on god)
i made a million off a rap before you n*ggas could rap
my gramps was jumpin’ back to back before this cap*ass app
red phantom, bird flu, i’m f*ckin’ hoes by the two
i’m east atlanta santa, n*gga, who the f*ck is a you?
pulled out the lot and left the top like what the f*ck is a roof? (on god)
hop on the e*way, do a three*way with your b*tch and your boo (yeah, huh)
[chorus]
she say she only f*ck with b*tches, well, we got somethin’ in common
she work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin’ in common (huh)
say she don’t take sh*t from n*ggas, well, we got somethin’ in common (it’s gucci)
she love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin’ in common (wop)
spend that sh*t like it’s my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
valet the coupe on ocean drive, hop out iced out when i stunt (huh)
ain’t got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it’s gucci)
hard as a b*tch, bad lil’ sh*t with me with junk in the trunk (wop)

[outro]
she ridin’ foreign and ridin’ foreign, shawty just like me (well, d*mn)
she say she only f*ck with b*tches, so she just like me (like me)
she out the way but ’bout her business, so she somethin’ like me (huh?)
say she don’t f*ck with broke n*ggas ’cause them boys too cheap (wow)

- gucci mane lyrics

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