Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, Yo Gotti - Brrr lyrics

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You wanna visit Gucci world, girl
Here's a brochure
What a cold watch, make your wife say burrr
Golf balls in my ear like burrr burrr burrr
Got a 'rari with an engine in the rear
Look and hear
Shining harder than your partner red amulets
Match the carpets
You my son, I'm your father
This here trust all on the author
So what's popping? Orville Redenbacher
I'm so OJ, ok
I'm so Waka Flocka, fuck it
I might smoke in front the DA
I'm so Gotti, I might buck it
Two tear drops so I feel like fuckin'
You a crystal in a bucket
Got a 6K show in Kentucky
Run up on a kid and he won't be lucky
Might be alright and he'll be unlucky
38 revolver in the club
Try Brick Squad and this shit get ugly

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Soulja Boy off in this ho
I'm gon' roll up all this dro
Gucci on the passenger
The Ferrari's painted, whoa
Boy you already know the
Yellow diamond Breitling boy
Fifty stacks plus hundred stacks
A hundred wrecks I hit destroy
I aim for the fucking pain
Bitch you know my name
Swang swang in that Gucci Mane
Man you know I let my chain
Hang, don't go do my thang
Soulja Boy gon' blang blang blang blang
And I let it burrr all off of your e'rrr
Dissap'rrr, bitch you hate on me
Man you fake on me
And it's like a masterpiece the way
My artists tat on me tatted on my chest
Tatted on my neck man you know it's like
I think I'm DJ Khaled
Cause we the fucking best!
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White bracelet so ignorant the yellow
One the matching kit
Cold hearted nigga and I
Run around with lunatics
They be on some shootin' shit i
Be on some neutral shit
Since I got some soldiers I'm on some
Might as well use 'em shit
(Burrr) Left his body cold
You know how the story goes
Nigga disrespect the king
Left him full of bullet holes
(Burrr) Shorty cold with it
Work the pole with it
Magic City money, touch her toes with it
(Burrr) Rubber bands now
(Burrr) Money floatin' up
(Burrr) Money floatin' down
(Burrr) Bitches baggin' up
(Burrr) Half a million ones
(Ones) That's a lotta paper
(Burrr) Couple hundred guns
(Guns) Ready for the haters
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