It's Alive Lyrics

Gucci Mane

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

Intro:
1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr
This is special, GUCCI
Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..right? right..
Ladies and gentleman, showtime

My pockets on swoll, my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em, I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em, yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?

Its alive its alive rounds kill the eyes
I bring the bitch back like Frankenstein
I push break bread Gucci don't exercise
> I get extra from whippin up extra pies
I'm in a hood like the mail around leisure time
Here's a suggestion don't park your car next to mine
I'm a star when the light hit I'm supposed to shine
Your flow is carb they let me out just in time
They got a section but none of the hoes are fine
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run last round lanes with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
I just stepped outside its the ugly side
Kill medusa in the eye and medusa died
This top secret shit is classified
Don't blame me swizz was the mastermind
You cant breath cant breath tone the bracket time
I keep my chain moonwalking Michael jackson time
I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind
This little lore of mine is supposed to shine

My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?

Hurry up hurry up Gucci on the news
They said he walked out the chair rocking stupid shoes
They tried to find a way to do they made that Jew confused
Too much cash on my honeys falling out my trousers
I got a wrist [?] bitch I'm the shit
Big Gucci called swizz lets make a hit
Two things in this world I ain't never seen
Are you a porno nigga I need to help to get me mean?
I hope you suffocate me totally baby let me breath
Cause I don't chase nothing but paper bitches chasing me
Excuse my french I'm Gucci I'm so fucking gutter
It don't make no sense to switch on these motherfuckers

My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?

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