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Gucci Mane

Say Cheese

 

Say Cheese

(Album: La Flare - 2001)


[Gucci Mane:]
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The Light hit me right, and now my trophys on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissin or touchin, my whole clique stay clean

Give me an average looking trick, I'll turn that bitch to the bomb
Have her in and out the nail shop and beauty salon
I'm breaking bread by the loaf, I drop a pigeon some crumbs
Where we going, sneaker wearing chickens can't even come
You a dime piece, so say cheese, let the world see your pretty teeth
Your main squeeze, you can keep him, I'm your plan B
Financial problems, you can call me
And we can ball, hit the mall, and it's all free
I have you south beach falling off a jet-ski
Or blowing purple under shade from a palm tree
We in Biloxi eating free, sipping Dom P
Go coast casino hopping gambling betting a hundred Gs
I play the crap table, you gone break the slot machine
Give me them digits, we can kick it like a soccer team
I'll make your wrist freeze, your fingers gang green
I have you shining like a chandelier with bright?

Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touching, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The light hit me right, and now my trophy's on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touchin, my whole clique stay clean

[Miss Angel:]
I'm a top notch Georgia peach, jet beauty of the week
Face of a model, with the curves of a Coke bottle
Yeah, you grilled out, by the mouth, and yo game tight
You can take me out, but you gotta have yo bank right
Money over bustas, a dime stacking Benjamins
Playboy I'm the hustler, just watch me put this pimping in
Can you pay my rent? buy the bar? get me iced out?
Purchase me a car, a credit card and a nice house?
I put this punany on you, make you kick yo wife out
Got daddy divorced and mommy when I cut the lights out
Figure eight shape, ain't no fries with the shake
For a bankroll, I might jump up out the cake
Break bread till the day your dead, if your're scared, say your're scared, but a closed mouth never get fed
Better stay down till you come up, grind till your knocking numbers
If you see me in the club, come and tip a bitch a hundred

[Gucci Mane:]
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touching, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The Light hit me right, and now my trophy's on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touchin, my whole clique stay clean

We getting to the money now, we dead fresh, everyday, never bummy now
We pulling up in bubbled up trucks, jumping out
We throwing paper like a lil boy on a paper route
We iced out, iceberg down, knocking round, streets from the cleaners
Iceberg sized stones, shining bright on our fingers
We choke it up like Venus and her sister Serena
Chickens act like they never seen a techno marina
We grilled out (grilled out!)
By the mouth (by the mouth!)
We going shine bright, even when them lights out
My whole clique big ball, go and buy big shit
Big rims, big stones, big bottles of Cris
Bitch picture this, the bracelets, the necklace, the crushed out faces, of the Rolexes
Zero to eighty six seconds in that new Lexus
Room services bringing me, and yo bitch breakfast

Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The ice on my pinky, it got my pinky game green
These hoes on my dick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touching, my whole clique stay clean
Say cheese, the grill so bright, the picture can't be seen
The Light hit me right, and now my trophy's on gleam
You think I'm a trick, but bitch, please
No kissing or touchin, my whole clique stay clean

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