Gucci Mane — Gucci Please

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[Chorus:]
Gucci, please,
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please,
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please!

[Verse 1:]
Baby, freeze, I know a n**ga look like 900 keys,
Baby say, my ring look like a hundred P’s,
I got college bitches fallin out, calm down, breathe.
If y’all keep runnin on the stage, then I’mma have to leave.
I’m bout to drop the top so I can feel the summer breeze,
It’s a cold blooded mothafuckin Rollie on my sleeve,
It feels like I’m the freshest n**ga out, or is it me?
He gettin a lil money but that n**ga isn’t me.
G-U-C-C-Icy, I’m the one girls wanna see,
G-U-W-O-P, I’m the one boys wanna be.
Lil mama got her hair fixed is hers, or it weave?
Shit, I don’t give a damn, just know that you look like a queen!

[Chorus:]
Gucci, please,
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please,
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please!

[Verse 2:]
Can we pretend that I’m your man and that makes you my girlfriend?
And we have a one night stand in my brand new Benz,
And we ain’t gotta worry bout nobody peepin in,
The windows tinted black, so it ain’t no lookin in.
Bitches talkin bout my house, I think they tryna climb the fence,
They say that when my dick come out, that it’s a big event.
Pool in my backyard, do you like to swim?
‘Cause I’mma work you out, and I’m not talkin bout the gym.
Gucci just got out, but, goddamn, he goin in!
These lil boys don’t ball like Guwop, he play above the rim,
Women on my page like, ‘Damn, he gettin slim!’
Caucasian women see me and be like, ‘Is it really him?’

[Chorus:]
Gucci, please,
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please,
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Gucci, please, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, please!
Tell me that you love me, can I be your main squeeze?
Tell me that you love me, tell me, tell me, Gucci, please!