Gucci Mane - Telephuck lyrics

Pa**ion [Verse 1: eXquire] Rebel, got these pussies tight like kegel Hello, b**h, give me my Marello The dude that get to turn that sh** into Jello No box of chocolates, no rose petals Ghetto, n***a pull strings like Geppetto Ghetto, n***a toss shots like Carmelo Heavy metal, success, successful Look, f** it money out the a**hole Staring at my life through a kaleidoscope Ten different me's ya'll don't know how to cope Damn I need some freaks that don't know how to choke Release my semen, unleash my demons Money, hoes, Patrone God damn, I'm on Looking back at the projects like I'm glad I'm gone I left the Cavaliers and never shed a tear These n***as all scared because the truth is here [Hook] I got a b**h named Telephuck She f** whoever I tell her f** Fat a** with a little gut Shorty drop that a** like an elephant You ain't talkin' cash, that's irrelevant [Verse 2] Success can make you strange Success can wreck your brain Success can have your best friends saying, "Damn n***a, you changed" Money is the devil, the root of our lives Who you think you really know could really be a demon in disguise Best watch your money Best watch your friends The one you least suspect could be the one that do you in I march through Paradise Life's a roll of dice I love her, I hate her, damn this sh** ain't right Um, f**, I keep her to myself I'm nuts, it's like I'm cheating with myself Peeing on myself, drunk, scared of the future Froze, stone cold staring at Medusa Whoa, Uzi's blow, get low, stop drop and roll Fold em up like a taco, shout out my n***a Taco It all look the same when she arch her bu*t She got a fat a** with a little gut [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] If you ain't talkin cash, baby girl get the stepping Your boyfriend ain't getting mine, and I ain't finna help him Yeah I left without a b**h eating Hamburger Helper And I ain't ever used to leave five hundred on the dresser You's a miserable a** b**h, and I ain't fin' to let the stress Keep an AK-47 in case a n***a wanna test me It's a gift the way I work them words, I guess the Lord done blessed me Must be fresh because I'm super hood, the police try to arrest me I got genies on my a**, got some Kool 500's And these ladies so fine, make a blind man want it Roll the Zig-Zag 1.5, get junted Spent 60,000 dollars on an '89 Ponti [Hook]