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Hell Yeah - Gucci Mane
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
This that arm on my kush shit
My girlfriend think she president bush bitch hell yeah
And I'm gone off that lean shit
My brother duke keep on sending me that green shit fuck jail
Gucci time, and I'm hood rich
I'm in that zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pulling up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexing
I woke up, bought my main chick a lexus

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
I be the brick squad young'un, leave you stanking like a funion
All these other rap niggaz toed like a bunion
I'm BS and you BS, but I'm brick squad and you bullshit
Pistol like my chaperone, we going on a school trip
Places that you never seen, blowing on that stupid green
Rolling on the stupid beam, hit the scene in limousine
Codeine, promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
Nigga what the fuck you mean brick squad, dream team
I got , naw I ain't drizzy
Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standing behind guc' and flock, they like who is he
Slim dunking in this muh fucker cut the chizzy
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
It's big gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release my nigga no lights out

Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do, I, pull more violence
We nonviolent, while my tattoos smiling
To remind me, of the time they robbed me
With no problems, now my problems solved
And it's revolving around all these guns yeah
And my condo, stretch from here to compton
To bouldercrest, roberta who the same function
That's something, to those who have nothing
No bluffing, brick squad no cuffing
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah
This that president bush shit hell yeah
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