Mike Will Made It - Jockin' Slim lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane (sample)] Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim [Verse 1: Slim Dunkin] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it's So Icey Slim and the n***a Gucci Mane If I got a problem, then I'm calling Flocka Flame Got a quarter brick [?], then I'm hitting up Juiceman I'm twenty-one with the mind of an OG Swagged up, make Rocko wanna do me Pull up, got shawty in the dually truck, s**ing That's Gucci Mane car, so what, b**h? I'm flexing Dodge Mag with the trunk on Bruce Lee I know the streets, you ain't gotta introduce me Heard y'all n***as gangsta and you're bucking on the pistol So Icey is the army, n***a, buck on the missle So Icey Twin Towers, yes, we dumping Call him Flocka Robinson and I'm Slim Dunkin Fab 5, we done made it This a Mike WiLL beat and Slim done slayed it [Hook: Gucci Mane (sample)] Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim Well, goddamn, Gucci co*ky, then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking Slim [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] Your hoe jocking me, but I'm jocking the cash Oprah Winfrey, I don't like her, but I'm jocking her stash '09, I can't fake it If a n***a give it to me, then I'm gonna take it Think I'm bluffing? Negro, please Leave your eyes wired shut, you can die Chinese I'll take my shirt off and the hoes start screaming I'll fire one shot and make a n***a stop breathing Full of jocking 'cause me and my n***a stunting I'm in the club, putting on and you ain't doing nothing Textbook gangstas, y'all n***as is loose leaf The hottest rapper in the South, my boy Gucci So Icey Sundays, catch me at Club Gucci I ain't gonna finish this song until they free Gucci, n***a