Lyrics Two thangs Gucci Mane

Two thangs

Youn Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange, everyword I use don't mean two thangs, uhhhh

Verse 1
It aint the money, it's the principle,
What kinda student make mo money than the principal?
And I never made the honor roll,
But i'm in the lunchline with an honor roll,
You pumpin iron in the weightroom,
I'm on the grind, got a 9 in the weightroom,
And I never played softball,
But I always kept a hard and a soft ball,
You doin math on a calculator,
I'm wearin slabs doin math on a calculator,
And I aint tryin to write no essays,
I'm tryin ta get a hundred pounds for my ese',
You tryin to learn how ta speak spanish,
But my connect tryin to teach me to speak spanish,
And you a monitor in the hall way,
I'm all day on the grind with a 4' way,

Youn Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange, everyword I use don't mean two thangs, uhhhh

Verse 2
You the one who won the spellin bee,
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony,
And I never was the teachers pet,
I'm the one who went and stole the teachers cigarettes,
And I never went on field trips,
I'm at waffle's tryin to buy me some stand stilts,
And I always been cut throat,
15 takin big niggaz starter coats,
La Fla Entertainment by myself,
But I used to have a hot right low and left,
Get money by the trunk load,
Roll it up Big fat, and pro-duct those,
Befo I drank V.S.O.P Remy,
I used to drank that MD 20 twin,
Wood grain and reverse Hatez,
Box chevy, trunk sounded like a earthquake,

Youn Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange, everyword I use don't mean two thangs, uhhhh

Verse 3
I gotta give it to you raw man,
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw brand,
I'm a nigga from the block man,
In the club put it on with block man,
You prolly gotta work a 9 to 5,
I'm on the grind with a 9, wit 55's,
Get u a half for a 12,
Low keys, but u tryin ta duck 12,
So wassup with them t-shirts?
I got a t-shirt, tucked under my t-shirt,
Betta watch ya fuckin tone man,
Cause ya know that gucci keep a tone man,

Youn Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange,
Everyword I use might mean two thangs,
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange, everyword I use don't mean two thangs, uhhhh