Gucci Mane - Dirty Cup lyrics

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] 6′s on the Charger and they said it couldn’t fit But I’mma still do it cause a n***a so hood Wish I could and I know I should But f** that sh**, right now I can’t do it Got a super thick chick with some real big lips And a sweaty little b**h, s** the dick so good Gonna hit this scrilla like a picnic Take a clip, b**h, take a Twitpic, ? of a big dick Talkin’ too slick, too quick, to a new b**h b**h’ll teach a trick to a trick, have a blue dick ‘Bout the same time that Jay dropped the Blueprint n***a tried to say that I hit him with a pool stick Say you got a gun, but you know you can’t use it So icy boys, and we still tote Uzis It’s about money, it ain’t never ’bout music sponsored links Yeah, he from the streets, but he still ain’t Gucci ?? champagne, just cool If groupies keep droolin’, then the hoes keep choosin’ Walkin’ through the mall like I’m 7 feet tall Tryin’ on shoes and I got my toolie(?) Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly If I’m standing in ya way, then p**y n***a, come move me 10-17, yeah that’s my movement Got 10 young k**ers on the back of my ? [Hook x4] My cup so dirty My cup so muddy [Bridge x4] Dirty cup, dirty cup Damn I got a muddy cup [Verse 2 - 2 Chainz] Opposite of being broke, mane Cocaine, dope man, got them Js smokin’ out a coke can n***a got so much work, talkin’ work When I’m ridin’ in the car, they still say I’m ridin’ in the work van Oh man, oh man, you don’t really know What it did when the spot you workin’ at is really hot And you gotta put it in the bu*t, but her bu*t ain’t big enough So you gotta go get a booty shot Got a ? car, let the 50 cal dig her down n***as know I pay a few bills Your work stepped on, I got my vest on Muf**as already knowing what it really is Click clack, get back You work out, might hit him for a six pack Work out Get that? Might hit him for a six pack Flip that, me and broke n***a mismatch My rims cost 10 stacks Pimp that, get back If I fall off, then I motherf**in’ limp back Pimp that, pimp what She said where your motherf**in’ limp at I said I had a good year baby So where my, my motherf**in’ blimp at [Hook x4] + [Bridge x4 [Verse 3 - Gucci Mane] Back against the wall, I’mma ball like a dog I don’t f** with y’all, y’all won’t ever be me Talk sweet game to a petite thing in the Jeep mane Knock ya teeth out in the middle of the heat game You see things, hoes see things, you a G, mane Be all you can be, don’t be like me, mane Give you ’bout three, I’mma whoop it like free Have a pint, have a liter, this that dirty sweet tea By three, I was just tryin’ to grind on a G, mane Same time that Dr. Dre said “G Thang” Damn what another n***a said ’bout me Why these n***as still worry ’bout me Buyin’ ?? mane on the D-train when the bricks came Damn I act a fool in the kitchen with my wrist game Ice on my neck, got a chick and a Vette And I’m ballin’ like a player for the motherf**in’ Jets, mane Take it to the streets, want a war with a G Live at the gun range like my name Chief Keef Say he got beef but you ridin’ two deep I’ll knock a pa**enger to the damn backseat King Louis shoes on my feet, ain’t cheap Gucci Mane street, I’m so concrete ? stylist is so unique Got your baby brother sellin’ work for me