Gucci Mane Featuring Kanye West – Pu**y Print Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
Wizop, Yeezy Mane
Mike Will Made It
Brrr

(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
Bi**h stop the comparisons
I’m not these other artistses
I’m Gucci Mane, La Flare
My neck on that real retarded s**t
Keep a towel with me
Cause my watch be dripping water, bi**h
And I only featured Kanye
Cause we both some f**king narcissists
Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bi**h
My bank account is crazy, bi**h
I think it needs some medicine
My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy
Can’t even pronounce that s**t
Designer jeans, designer drugs
Just bought me a designer bi**h
Why this bi**h keep hitting my line?
She knowing she ain’t no dime and s**t
Knowing I ain’t got no time to waste
Be f**king around with no nickel bi**h
Your ni**a pinching pennies
But I’m out here making these millions, bi**h
Don’t ask me who I’m voting for
Cause I got all the presidents
My bi**h walk round in lingerie
All day, she think she elegant
It’s an elephant in the room
Guess who’s the mothaf**king elephant? It’s Gucci
Maybach in the garage, elevator in the residence
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pu**y print Wop, yeah

(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
Pu**y print, p-pu**y print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pu**y print
Pu**y print, p-pu**y print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pu**y print
Pu**y print, p-pu**y print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pu**y print
Pu**y print, p-pu**y print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pu**y print

(Verse 2 – Kanye West)
Me and Guwop, making super moves
Making stupid cash, stack it through the roof
You don’t f**k with me? The feeling mutual
I’d feel the same if I drove that Subaru
We hit the city, the old me going OC
How a friend only gonna watch that, it’s so weak
Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
But I need that, in the sauna
In the bathroom, at your mama’s
Like a porn star, I’m a monster
You a dancer, on the camera
In the G-string, girl I want you
At the concert, at the condo
In my bedroom, in the guestroom
In the restroom, f**k it, every room
Tryna see that

(Repeat Chorus)

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