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Lyrics of Under Arm Kush by Gucci Mane
verse
16 on my Jacobs baby,
Pick me up bout 11ish
Cut my bitch off, I went and got a better bitch
Yellow Vette, red old school with the chrome wheels
Yellow rims on the Vette, take a look at Paul Walls grillz
I'ma start trippin' if I pop a couple X pills
Twenty thousand self promotion cause I got no record deal
Ridin' round the town six 12s beat the block down
Zone 6 is my stomping ground,
Town valet don't play around
Pitching cocaine like Greg Maddux on the mound
Your partner hit a five cause he shorted me a pound
chorus
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty
Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys
'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,
Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty
Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys,
Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's
Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies
verse
Damn Arizona bound...
Is Atlanta takin No-Do's
With a big booty broad freaky with the dope clothes
Light green mid same color as my shell toes
Made your girl my girl cause she fronted me some elbows,
Caught her with the cool dog I'ma have to show them
Phat with the muffler in case I have to blow them
Twenty six donk riding twenty six inches
Twenty six lawyers nigga, twenty six bitches
I give it to a nigga if I catch the nigga slippin'
Hit the Eastside gotta ask for my permission
chorus
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty
Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys
'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,
Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty
Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys,
Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's
Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies
verse
I was in seventh grade with a half an ounce of ready made
Money rules everything the hard broke my wrist blades
J's at my door, I got money on the floor
I'ma million dollar nigga on the motherfucking low
I be working twerk them powder pills, crack, and that syrup
I'm in my foreign car dog, it's from western Europe
Thousand dollar ounce same price as my insurance
Shawty stop my plates on a trappin interference
Shawty talking to me man I ain't even hear her
Seen her dance last week and I ain't even see her
I'm a fitted man, sitting man
Gucci what's the dinner dog?
Shawty low told me "you is in the city dog"
chorus
Under arm kush so you know it smell musty
Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys
'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,
Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie
Writer(s): Cory Way
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Album • 2006 • 25 tracks
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