Gucci Mane - Mr. Perfect Intro lyrics

If u ever kum 2 east atlanta ask ne body is gucci gangsta still? my top with da touch of my finger So iced out I kant talk 2 stangers da bible say jesus born n a manger lord bury me n east atlanta Mr perfect I'm mor dan a rapper valcum sealer sour n wrapper I'm not your average artist I'm perfect hundred I'm flawless I'm wilt cham baby I'm da ballers baller I hit her quit her split her Prolly won't call her baller me nd your team r brawlin beefin sum1s gunna c a coufin beats like Dis dey dnt give me dat often I sip codine cough syrup I'm cougin ceo sh** y u broke nd sh** Mr perfect I got boats of sh** bbs watches nd roast nd sh** so icey entertainment we stankin rich I luv my stankin b**h she luv my dirty draws I give her dirty dick lord take my soul if my die dnt wake Please take my breath if I turn fake I'm a birthday boy b**h I got cake birthday cake baby fix my plate Mr perfect girls feed me grapes (truly) 1 take shawty dis took 1 take monday I did it on my off day Gucci mane la flare I'm so boshae tushae wrist so u dnt say gucci swing your dick my way I will I dnt pop pills no mo still got dem 4 da lo lo dnt make me smoke dro no mo got new gones My new gones mor cut throat nd I'm married 2 dat white b**h we just eloped cold chain Bout 2 baby c**aine floats droppin 2 da bottom grams I add mor I'm gram gs I give da jays wat dey pay For go go get way from me I'm so icey entertainment p o s s den I say g u c c I m a n e la flare U dun heard bout me I'm mr perfect perfect I am gucci mane mr perfect I am wilt chamberlin Chain swangin ya'll danglin hard dangaling pinky dangaling I'm blangin