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Gucci Mane - Spread The Word (Mixtape: I'm Up) + Lyrics + DL Link

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Published on Jul 14, 2012

Gucci Mane - Spread The Word
One of favorite songs off the "I'm Up" Mixtape
Download the mixtape here: http://www.datpiff.com/Gucci-Mane-Im-...

Lyrics:
(I SAID ITS UNION TIME!)
Is Gucci!
Burr!
(Holiday Seaasooon... AYYYE!)
All this money out here
Gotta get it
Price so cheap
(Holiday Season niiigaaa)

[Verse 1:]
When it's winter time I fly to where its summer time (wow!)
Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day
So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck (huh?)
Smoking kush in front of twelve like we don't give a fuck (Gucci!)
Want some trap shit you came to the right place (yaow)
In a peach State trafficking these Cali grapes (wow)
I'm a King I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Hol - Hol - Hol - Hol - Hol - Holiday Season!!!
(Put a hit on you, yo hoe and the folk she kin too)
Treat my cars just like my house put curtains on my window
So much codeine in the sprite, it look like Pepto-Bismol (bleh)
Miss me with all of that gossip and innuendo (huh?)
They say my diamond chain is ill they say that I'm a sicko (burr!)
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the Citgo (skert!)
You bust it open you'll see crystals sparkling in the middle (DOPE!)
And I never stopped juggin nigga 'cause I'm not a quitter (Guuuci!)
And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy (trap boy!)
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man (dope man dope man!)
Gucci mane La Flare I got old money (old money!)
And I'ma be a hustling ass old man (old man!)
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard I got them Georgia birds (Georgia birds!)
23 five Nigga spread the word
(Holiday Season Nigga!)

[Verse 2:]
Fuck with me you know I got that Charlie Sheen (huh)
Hundred pints of purple that's alotta of lean (leanin)
Got 2000 pounds of schwag look like I cut the grass (wow)
He said the robbin crew snatch me but that made me laugh (haha)
So many bank rolls in my ride this pockets bout to bust
Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush
I got thirty grand on me and a .40 Cal (pow)
I'm in a Louie V store signing autographs (louie!)
My plug text me say it just came (came)
I text him back: "my nigga I'll be on my way" (gone)
I'm selling more scales then Spud Diggin (huh)
Got a four bedroom with like 12 kitchens (skert)
And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house (nope)
Got that white girl call it Amy Winehouse (RIP!)
Old school cellphone costs a town house (townhouse)
Better bring 'em pounds in before I bring the 9 out (Gucci!)

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy (trap boy)
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man (dope man)
Gucci mane the flayer I got old money (old money)
And I'm a be a hustlin ass old man (old man)
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I'm at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard I got them Georgia birds
23 five Nigga spread the word

(My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man)

THOSE ARE THE TRUE LYRICS!
WON'T FIND THOSE ANYWHERE ELSE!

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