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Gucci Mane - Outta Proportion Lyrics



Gucci Mane - Outta Proportion Lyrics
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Hah

Cook that shit up Quay

It's Gucci (Evil)

Hah (Genius)

Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)

Hah

(Mr. Nice Guy, haha)



If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

I hate snitches, I like bitches (Snitch), but I'm so in love with money (Money)

Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred (What's up?)

If I said it, then I done it (Huh?)

F*ck that fake love, I don't want it

Time to renegotiate my contract

Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow)

Thumbin' through a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays

You just chick who suck my dick

Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)

F*ck a friendship that's platonic (No)

I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no)

Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin'

I'm about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch)

Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch)

Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em

Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah)

Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts

These rappers so fake that they screamin', "Extortion"

My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion

Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'

Booties and titties, the perfect proportion

Postin' a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah)

Baby these karats, these are not pointers

Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian

Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah)

Gucci's the alien, I'm from uranium

Droppin' the top, yeah I'm crackin' the cranium (Drop)

All in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray)

Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit"

Why is your jewelry, lookin' aluminum

Why's it dull, what did you do to them

I'm gettin' f*cked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)

Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay dripped up (Scooch)

Knocked me down, picked 'em up

Salt me down, yeah f*ck me up (Yeah f*ck me up)

Too turnt up, too turnt up

Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa)

Salt me down, salt me down

Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No)

But I'm too turnt up (Too), I'm so up (Up, up, up, up)

Wop



Outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion

Outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion

Outta proportion, outta proportion

Outta pro-outta proportion

Blowin' shit outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
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Hah

Cook that shit up Quay

It's Gucci (Evil)

Hah (Genius)

Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)

Hah

(Mr. Nice Guy, haha)



If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

I hate snitches, I like bitches (Snitch), but I'm so in love with money (Money)

Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred (What's up?)

If I said it, then I done it (Huh?)

F*ck that fake love, I don't want it

Time to renegotiate my contract

Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow)

Thumbin' through a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays

You just chick who suck my dick

Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)

F*ck a friendship that's platonic (No)

I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no)

Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin'

I'm about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch)

Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch)

Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em

Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah)

Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts

These rappers so fake that they screamin', "Extortion"

My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion

Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'

Booties and titties, the perfect proportion

Postin' a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah)

Baby these karats, these are not pointers

Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian

Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah)

Gucci's the alien, I'm from uranium

Droppin' the top, yeah I'm crackin' the cranium (Drop)

All in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray)

Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit"

Why is your jewelry, lookin' aluminum

Why's it dull, what did you do to them

I'm gettin' f*cked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)

Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay dripped up (Scooch)

Knocked me down, picked 'em up

Salt me down, yeah f*ck me up (Yeah f*ck me up)

Too turnt up, too turnt up

Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa)

Salt me down, salt me down

Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No)

But I'm too turnt up (Too), I'm so up (Up, up, up, up)

Wop



Outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion

Outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion

Outta proportion, outta proportion

Outta pro-outta proportion

Blowin' shit outta proportion, outta proportion

My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
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Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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