Gucci Mane - Cuffin
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Niggas they be cuffin'
Girlies they be cuffin'
Tell you not for nothing
Niggas they be cuffin'
Girlies they be cuffin'
Niggas just be cuffin'
'times niggas cuffin'
Tell not for nothing
Niggas be cuffin'
Heard niggas cuffin'
Girlies, Girlies they be cuffin'
Everybody cuff, cuff

Yo, I get Velveta chain Antarctica
I don't wanna keep your girl
Just wanna borrow her
So partner, I heard that your starving her
My cheese American, but the cars are foreigner
But women they be cuffin'
They be not for nothing
Boo I'm not your husband
End of discussion
Diamonds well they rushin'
Mami why you Rushin'
No I'm not your muffin, don't call me pumpkin
We was only humpin'
You are a jump off
Me? I get it jumpin'
Babygirl fallback
Thought that I was all that
But she had a big ass, that's what you call crack
You should get your jaw cracked
See if they restore that
Fighting over bitches
Look here your broad wack
You should learn to lore black
When it comes to whores Jack
You do not own one
Girls get jawed tapped, Yours tapped (yours tapped)

But niggas they be cuffin'
No, I'm not bluffin'
Swear they be cuffin'
No, not for nothing
Women they be cuffin'
Call a nigga pumpkin
Sounding like a muffin
Yeah, they be cuffin'

No gonna clap
Throw a hundred stacks
Seen your ex girl with me, now you want her back
You want her back
Here's the button, you can run with that
No coming back
I move along like I'm done with that
Cause niggas always cuffin'
Knowing I be fucking
Homie you a muffin
Call you like a pumpkin
Who you think you Punkin
Always into somethin'
Fifty grand is nothing, especially when you hustlin'
Few bottle, two models, on me front back
Slim jeans, Loui' ski boots unstrapped
Look at the glow
I get your hoe to come off one snap
She got me pinned up too the wall like a thumb tack
You already know this
Money, I control this
Seven fifty notice
Staring like a goldfish
Rollie that's a gold wrist
Cromie that's a four fifth
Pockets know how to hold chips, hold six


I'm chilling like a villain
And I'm gellin' like a felon
You flexing like a Mexican
And cuffin' like a Russian
Homie, you can have her
I don't wanna marry her
Like O-J Simpson, I just wanna stab her
Like O-J The Juiceman, I'm flier than a sparrow (Ay!)
Retarded ass earrings
Just call em' lil' Daryl (Burr)
Shaving but it's crazy
I can't let no hoe play me (Nah)
Gotta sign a Pre-nup now if they date me, Well damn
It's Gucci, rawer that raw sushi
Gangster like all of my movies
If it's good don't act boogie
Your boyfriend home, but his girlfriend out sick
My dick in her mouth, sound like she got an accent


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